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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 1145125" data-attributes="member: 8243">OOC: During the rest of the journey to the hold.Since the battle with the Manticore, Marcus has barely said a word. He has been deep thought. The courage of the warriors, the selflessness of the priest, and the dazzling display of power of the users of magick has left him doubting his worthyness to be counted one of the company. Over and over he has taken stock of what he has to offer and weighed it against what he has seen so far and each time, no matter how he accounts it, has come up short.What can I do that they cannot do better? For years I have traveled the roads of the Empire and even beyond. What do I have to show for it? A quick wit and a easy smile. Adequate maybe for convincing  suspicious farmers to permit us the use of a field, smoothing the feathers of pompous merchants, and discerning the way the wind blows with meddlesome town officials. Light feet and quick hands. Sufficient for slipping past lazy town guards and through the hands of a drunk looking for a fight. But what do I have to offer here?Around and around the thoughts go in his head. Each time he comes back to the same place. The best comfort he can find. The only conclusion available to him.Yet did I not stay alive long enough to sink some bolts into the creature. Perhaps enough to hasten its end sufficiently to save us from one more volley from its infernal tail, perhaps even a mortal one for one of us.I will stay because I have promised to do so. For whats its worth, I will do what I can, as best I can. I will not let myself become despondent. I will learn.OOC: In the Council Room.Careful to keep his expression neutral, Marcus wonders at the group's willingness to be diverted from the original task.Ahh. Caves full of fiends. What a pleasure this will be.</blockquote>

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