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Marcus caught the look of the sea elf as he rebuckled the holster on his sidearm, giving her a stern stare but otherwise showing no outward sign of reaction. Sunderland ran over details to the group that Marcus was already aware of, having been the receiver of the instructions to pass along to her Majesty. The rest of it was just formality. The watcher stood silent and motionless the entire time as he simply absorbed the odd sensation of adventure creeping up once more. A nagging doubt at the back of his mind warned that this time wasn't going to end in a new queen and a strange new home to go with it. 
How he missed the old days when the stars were his roof. 

Of course there was the problem with roaming Ghouls, giant insect monsters, corrupt Templars, bandits, even a former collegue of his wielding similar pistols as him was likely wandering around still. Some people had no talent for staying dead. Given the impressive list of things wanting to taste his sweet meat and drink his flowing blood, the simpler job of being a steward seemed fittingly simple. It also allowed him the advantage of seeing everyone coming and going, to better keep track of who was where.
A motion from Tyr caught his attention as she indicated him to follow. Stepping to the side, he offered a deep bow to Sunderland before walking off with his fellow Watcher. 
The large silent Watcher in the back, whom Marcus remembered was called Valion, offered a simple nod to his superior before taking up a simple position off to the side away from the throne. There was nothing in the city that interested the man so guard duty was apparently the answer. Marcus turned his attention from the monk to the lithe figure of Tyr. Time had done nothing to her, it seemed. Fitting for them both really.

The turning had many strange effects.

"Mine?" She piped up as they walked through the halls.

"Mine." He replied calmly, turning a corner and leading them both away from the guest quarters. 

The going was silent as the pair strode side by side along the less active hallways and corridors of the castle. Private quarters had been setup for Marcus, a spacious area reserved for his use alone. Preferring a large amount of privacy he had installed wards and locks at great cost to ensure that only he could enter. Similar contraptions had been painstakingly worked into Miss Sunderlands own quarters after a great time discussing the matter of her privacy and protection. Only those that Marcus trusted were allowed to even monitor the hallways outside her private rooms. Hells, he didn't even have the clearance to enter her private quarters.

If someone took his place with a disguise or somehow found a way to get the phrases right for entrance it could spell disaster for the order. A watcher slaying someone as powerful as Evelyn Sunderland would be a monumental step away from the goal the organization had strived for.. Atleast until recently.

Marcus unholstered his firearm and shot 5 quick bursts of multicolored light in a predetermined manner at his own door, a series of glyphs and runes stole the energy from each shot and used it to power itself, deactivating the volatile network of traps that would trigger if fired incorrectly. Destroying everything inside the room as well as the assailant.
To prevent that being used against him, even if they got his own weapon somehow, a second system was activated when the door was finally closed behind the two, disarming only the traps inside. The wards on the door were still very much active. 

The room itself was lit by soft glowing lamps, enchanted with a weak [Create Light] spell, illuminating the single worn out cot in the corner and his massive desk. polished oak and branded with steel in the pattern of creeping vines, the top of this masterfully crafted piece of furniture was piled with various reports and papers. Bookshelves lined every wall with everything he had come to know of the order, the Watchers, the workers, Dustorne, anything he could use. 

Marcus waved at the only chair in the room, located at the desk, and waited for Tyr to get comfortable before he spoke.

[color=ed1c24]"We are protected against scrying, eavesdropping, psionic intrusions, even the more mundane ways of spying such as sneaking in through a window or pressing your ear against the door. Two ways in; Front door or window."[/color] Marcus pointed to a bookshelf that had been placed across the window and bolted to the wall. [color=ed1c24]"Speak your business."[/color]