Markul simply stared, sighing softly at the man's words. It seemed either he didn't trust him or he had given up. Either way, it did not matter if he trusted him or not: If he didn't accept his help, he was dead, and if Markul chose to betray him, he would also be dead. A 50/50 chance of survival is superior to simply dying. **"I do not wish to allow a man to die alone in an alley for no reason."** He stated calmly, dropping to a knee. 

It would seem he was far too weak to walk, which was understandable. A normal man would likely have died already. He lifted him up, placing him over his shoulder. He was heavy, though manageable; a man of Markul's immense stature could easily carry him. He seemed to lose consciousness, which would at least help with the pain...

Before he could turn to leave, however, the rats arrived. A pair of wretched, worthless souls. It was plainly obvious they were up to no good, likely simply vermin that scented blood, coming to steal the valuables of a fresh corpse. They had asked him to give them the injured evoker... it was clear by the man's tone alone that he was lying... Ugh, he had no time for this. Without speaking, he pivoted his foot. A simple, innocent gesture... Stone rods, each as thick as a man's fist rose around the two men, like the bars of a cage. The rods were tall and the gaps between them thin enough to completely imprison the two men without assistance... 

He rose another, thinner rod near him. **"I do not have time to waste on scum like you. Leave, or I shall break every bone in your bodies..."** He said, pouring every ounce of menace he could into that statement. He reached over with his free hand, and with the help of a small amount of geomancy he made it look as if he snapped the rod in two with one hand... **"Speak to anyone of what you saw, and I will find you..."** With that, the rods imprisoning them lowered... Though he still held the stone beating stick in his hand...