Connor nodded, opening the door, turning the knob and pocketing the key, taking her hand to lead her across to Marls room. Connor was troubled. His dream was at the back at his mind, and he seemed increasingly paranoid as he looked around the courtyard, pounding on Marls door. 

The gruffy, old man opened the door, sighing and letting them in. Connor moved passed him, and sat down on the bed, "Elizabeth has a question for you" he said, making himself out home and picking up Marls own journal, flicking through the pages and reading. 

He leaned back, appearing at ease as if he wasn't tended and waiting for something to happen. He also made it obvious that he wouldn't listen if Elizabeth didn't want him to. He was touched as he flipped through the pages of Marls journal that at times his own handwriting jumped out at him. Connor had written in Marls journal when he was being trained. He smiled to himself as Marl waited for Elizabeth to speak