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Marcus rubbed his chin idly as he digested Tyrs words, spoken in complete confidence and trust in the one place likely on the planet where she could speak them without fear.
The two had bonded over the years with their mutual respect for the order and each other's unique skills, but lately the two of themy had come to the same alarming conclusion that the watchers were being purposely dragged through the mud. Their suspicions rooted on the new figure that had taken, Marcus was loathe to say 'appointed', the High Ocular.

Her last comment about his life here and her own life caught him a tad off guard. Tyr give up?

"I'm not so sure finding another way is wise. Like me, I fear this way of life is all you know. Personally.." Marcus shook his head sadly, "I can't think of anything else in this world that I would rather devote myself to. Your fears rest with my own on this I'm sure."

Marcus took a booklet from one of the many shelves bursting with unnamed or unmarked books hand written by him and tossed it gently on the table. It was a small tome, maybe 40 pages of filled material, but it highlighted every fear or doubt he has come across concerning the order.

"I don't have any proof. I never knew the Ocular, but we knew Theo. Both of them were fiercely intelligent. I think they wanted this man in power not because he would unite us.." Marcus' face went cold as he prepared himself to voice his heretical doubt out loud. "I think the former Ocular wants us, the watchers who serve the realm and not a lord, to break ties and destroy our old home. Rebuild it for the good of all.."

Marcus was rarely a person to doubt himself but the way his usually resolute shoulders sagged, it was all too obvious that the thought of what he proposed was an overwhelming task even to just imagine.

"That is my thought. What does your heart tell you?