[i]People skills, Marcus[/i] Arcturus chided

[i]You lack them[/i]

Gee, thanks for the sitrep Captain Obvious.

[i]As you were, Sergeant Sarcasm[/i]

Goddammit

She ran off, after an altercation with the irritatingly smart boy. Leaving him and the locals at an awkward standstill. Neither party really wanted to speak to each other.

Marcus finally broke the silence with an exsasperated sigh, finally come up with something to do, to the villagers watching him, he suddenly vanished.

To Enoch and her companion, he appeared in an instant, about twenty feet in front of them.

Exhaustion hit him like a truck, his stomach suddenly felt empty and rumbled in complaint, and he was fairly certain something was bleeding inside him. 

"I believe we got off on the wrong foot" he said as calmly as possible.

"I'm in a position right now where I can't be very subtle, time is running out, and I need you" 

He unsheathed his blade again, this time plunging it into the sand. 

"I would at the very least, like to give you the illusion of choice, I can spare you seven days, afterwards if you don't come to me, I'll have to come for you. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but that's just how it is"

[i]Better, but still rough around the edges[/i]