As Ehdge and the elven maiden see to the wall, Marcus readies his bow, arrow nocked and ready to loose at the first sign of trouble. A sign that, not that he would complain, doesn't come. He enters the room slowly with the others, arrow still drawn and alert until he is sure at the moment nothing is going to attack. At this point he stops to eye the murals. One he stops and quirks an eyebrow at.
Stick figures? Really? I might could draw that.
He turns his attention then to the door, which stands closed and then to the table in the middle of the room. This he looks over carefully.