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Marcus stood off to the side, observing the events as they unfolded. The patterns on his feathers lit up slightly, confirming to him that this writhing feeling in his gut was indeed being caused passively by the creature before him, and somehow knowing that for sure helped him overcome it in his mind. Even still, he avoided drawing its attention. He didn't feel like being that thing's target just yet, but he held his bow tightly, a tail feather in hand, ready to shoot in a matter of moments if necessary. While he had agreed to help them for the sum of four hundred pounds of any metal he desired, he also had his own hide to worry about, and he felt this thing would be very bad for his health if he decided to play hero. He would wait, and attack only when he must.