[color=0072bc][b]Markus Peregris[/b][/color]

	As he was eating, a series of newcomers to the hall made their presence known. One was a boisterous, loudmouthed noble who was demanding an audience with the Captain at once. The other was young lady with brown hair and a country look about her that approached his table. "Excuse me," she asked, a little unsure of herself it seemed- probably because of the preposterous loudness that wasn't far off, "I'm, ah, looking for someone to give this to." She held out a sealed envelope, sealed with the mark of the Temple and addressed to the Captain. Perhaps a letter of recommendation? 
	[b][color=0072bc]"Ah, you'll want to find the Captain or one of her assistants,"[/color][/b] he replied between bites of food, [color=0072bc][b]"Unfortunately, the Captain's out right now. She's likely to be back before too long though, possibly even today. In the meantime, I'd say you're welcome to- oh by the goddesses. Step behind me for a moment, if you would."[/b][/color] As he spoke, he set down his utensils and rose from his seat, hefting his shield from behind his chair. The noble who had demanded an audience had been accosted by Minerva, of all people, and the result was going poorly. If things came to blows- which always seemed a possibility with Minerva Fairchild involved- someone would need to step in. 
	Mercifully, someone did- Salz the half-giant had interceded, and with some aid from who Markus guessed was the noble's retainer the issue seemed to quiet down. With a sigh of relief Markus let his shield slip down his arm and set it back at his feet, then sat down again. [color=0072bc][b]"Well, at least that ended well. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Markus. Markus Peregris, at your service."[/b][/color]

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