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Marcus snorted from behind the group of women at the thought of anyone putting Tyr in irons.. again. If it hadn't been for that stunt with Argus and his dwarven flask, it was all too likely that the Watcher would have killed the Dwarf or simply disappear. There wasn't a great deal most folks could do about it. Despite being one of the most powerful figures in the world, even Sunderland might be hard pressed to catch the foxs tail here. Not that he wouldn't get a laugh out of it before springing her from the holding cells.

Again.

Approaching in his full traveling gear, rifle on his back and sidearm at his hip, Marcus looked exactly the same as he had five years ago at the wars conclusion. The only notable difference besides the rifle was the leather tome he kept in his jacket and the slender rapier at his hip. His previous sword had been shattered and discarded a few years back during a rather important duel between an old comrade and himself. It had been a draw, but he had never gotten the means to replace the obsidian sword again. 

[color=ed1c24]"Miss Sunderland, I will be leaving with Tyr. There are many things to discuss and not enough time in the city to discuss them. I hope you will give me leave to continue my work." [/color]