He sat back and listened, sipping his Ale as he did so. Had he heard of the Winter family? He felt as if he had, though it would probably have only been in passing. He couldn't help but feel a small nagging in the back of his head that he recalled a story of the family once, but it was no matter. If he and Valerie spent more time together, doubtless he would find out. 

He chuckled and looked around as he spoke. "This is quite the life to choose, though." he replied. Even for an exile, to be a Mercenary was to be in constant danger of disease and combat. "But, I'm glad you did. I think we both saved each other a few times back there. You're pretty handy with that blade of yours. A bit reckless but, I have no room to criticize." he admitted. He gazed into his cup and thought about challenging her to a small duel, but...not yet. He felt like talking a bit more first. 

A waitress strode up at that moment and offered to give them some extra Ale. Markus decided he'd have one more, but none after that. He felt like talking than anything. It was dangerous for a Merc to get too dependent on alcohol either. He also ordered a small beef and cheese sandwich. He'd only had jerky throughout the day. After they gave their orders (if Valerie did as well), Markus crossed his toned arms, resting them on the table, and in turn rested his chin atop them. His eyes gazed up at Valerie through his tousled hair. "You probably didn't expect the butchery today." he said. "Honestly I didn't either but, now that it's happened and you did the job, what're you thinking of doing? Going down south again or waiting for something to pop up here?" 
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