_"Don't you know how to watch where you're going?"_

The sudden verbal backlash came too little, too late, as Marianne felt herself bump into someone much bigger than her. Looking up at the man, she titled her head at this new face. Where had he come from? And why didn’t she notice him until now? Either there was some serious Deus Ex Machina walking around, or she was just lost in her thoughts of Jacob again. Probably the latter.

“Deepest apologies,” she said softly with a smile, giving the stranger that same respectful bow she gave to everyone else. It never occurred to her that perhaps it was the eye-patch that skewered her vision so. Noting the man’s armor, she pinpointed a place of origin and chuckled good naturedly.

“Ah, so you’re from Ferox, yes? I can tell from your armor and the way you speak. It’s really quite a nice place there, especially in the winter.”

She looked up dreamily now, red eye hazed and lost in her own mental fabrications, completely ignoring the stranger for a moment.

“The corpses are so cold there though. I guess that makes it easier to peel the skin off, but still….oh! Allow me to introduce myself,” she said softly. 

“I am Marianne. It’s very nice to meet you Mister Ferox Man!”