Marcus nods.
That would be immensely helpful, as a matter of fact, it might tell us what that..thing...is back there.
Something finally clicks in the Half-Elf's brain. He glances at the table nearby again and eyes his bow. He returns the arrow to it's quiver, the bow to his back and pulls out his lucerne hammer, nodding at the weight in his hands.
If it's something else like that winged head back there, it's getting pulverized. When we're all ready, Kazanto, have fun with the cobwebs.
He spares a sideways glance at the Swordsman and casts another quick glance toward the Elf before setting himself in a defensive position, in case whatever it is decides to charge.