[@TheDarkTemplar]

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Marcus swept along with his captain, stern faced as always while she received reports from other guards about a brawl fight in the market district and felt an immediate pain in his chest. The old dwarf hadn't been running errands he'd been running a revenge plot and Marcus had been a blind idiot not to realize it until it was too late. Hopefully nobody had been killed, all signs reported to a dozen injured guards but no fatalities so far. Thankfully, while very rowdy it seemed, Theo was being gracious and not using his abilities for anything more than a harmless sleep so said the verbal reports. 
The group proceeded out the gates of the castle and into the streets to follow the tracks and reports of the wild flight of two dwarves, then 4 dwarves and Karl. Tabetha had remarked him being an irregular fellow, forcing Marcus to hide his smile. Nobody here but him had the slightest idea who this black clad trouble maker was or what he could do. The group followed the tracks in silence as the ranger frowned over the information gathered. 
Bar fight. Friendly escape of Argus and Theo. Mysterious disappearance. No other Templar had revealed themselves.. 

[color=7ea7d8]"They're playing a god damn [i]game[/i], that old wretch." [/color]

Marcus didn't bother to reply to his formal way of speaking of the Dwarf but it was obvious now he had met the ironclad warrior before. He turned to Valmyria and ordered everyone to stop and return to the castle, a hunch was brewing in his stomach and the disappearance of this troupe was all too obvious now. Why escape punishment you could not elude when you could delay it long enough to start a little more trouble!

[color=7ea7d8]"They are going to try and sneak into the castle, do not ask me why or how I know, but you must believe this is what they plan to do. Believe me if you will or do not."[/color]

Marcus turned around and sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him down the wide avenues, huffing as he made swift progress back to the castles outer grounds and looked every way he could but found no sight of the master. Drastic measures then. 
Marcus took out his firearm and aimed it at the sky and felt the energy building within the chamber. In one brief moment the night lit up like day as his pistol shot illuminated the sky in a bright white line of energy that turned to shimmering dust on the wind, the darkness taking the night once more. One more similar shot fired off a predetermined amount of time later into the sky. Marcus hoped the old one would see it and realize the game was not funny any more.


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[quote=@Snarfulblast]
"Ohh this gonna be fun! But what are we gonna do?"
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Theo was about to respond when a bright light lit the nights sky, all but blinding him not once but twice as Theo rubbed his eyes to get the spots to leave his vision. Without a doubt that had been Marcus, a signal meant to draw the watchers, a second fire to only draw Theo. Risky business using that at this time of night but that only served to simmer the black clad rabble rousers mood, understanding they might have taken the festivities just a teensy bit too far. A grumble escaped his lips as he motioned the rest to follow him and marched up to the main gates, stomping loudly on the stone path to emphasize his obvious displeasure. 
As if the frown wasn't enough.

[color=a2d39c]"Marcus, you dolt, ya ruined my fun! First time I've been ta the city in over a hundred years and you go blowin' your whistle the moment I make a party foul?"[/color]

His outrage was faked, but the glare he gave to the local guards as they approached him was all to real. Guest of the city or not, lawbreaker or not, he was not prepared to be taken away like some common thief in the night. Dignity and pride were powerful things and this dwarf oozed strength and pride to drown a man in. Marcus obliged by ushering the guards away and stood beside Theo, his right hand grasping the steel shoulderpad while the other rested on his pistol. 

As a group they waited for Sunderland to speak.