[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
A lot happened in the next few seconds. More than Mark was able to keep up with, in fact: first, the armoured woman Arletta confirmed her undead status by misinterpreting Mark's speech as directed toward all undead; before he could tell her otherwise, Matti leapt down from the roof and basically told the lich off a second time... oh, she had Francis in her name? He wasn't going to call her by her full title by any means, and she deserved to be misrepresented as much as possible, so Francis it was, and Tue apparently agreed to some extent or another. Though apparently, she also planned on becoming the next Demon Lord, so that would require a bit of discussion, first and foremost...

Ultimately, distracted by so many alternate possibilities, Mark failed to pay attention to most of the other arguments and conversations that occurred before Bart's protégé, Neil, finally showed himself to have some spine. Or at least a good voice on him. Yes, he'd definitely want to talk to the kid sooner or later, maybe even mould him into the next Hero of this world if he had the chance... but first, a response to Tue, since he had the opportunity to look at the board the boy was holding whenever. And he was sure Syszi would have her say sooner or later.

Or "right now", apparently, for as soon as he had the thought, Syszi turned to him and cited pretty much his exact thoughts on the... ogreling, he supposed. He still didn't want to call the salamander his [i]wife,[/i] even if he knew she saw him as her husband through and through, but he'd relent to "combat partner with benefits". And admittedly, they were quite significant benefits...

'Yeah, sure, why not,' he muttered to her, fairly sure they'd both eventually gang up on Ryla in an effort to figure out what was up with her. Syszi continued by expressing her interest in the first job, and frankly speaking, it wasn't a bad job. On the one hand, the logic seemed simple enough: monsters were kidnapping people there, meaning they needed to be put down. On the other hand, if there was something more sinister going on, there'd be plenty of room for brains to be employed too. Nodding, Mark echoed Syszi: 'I believe Exotic Appetites will work well for my partner and I. Combat partner, my com... Syszi. Yes.

'Oh, and pardon me, Tue,' he continued, placing a hand on the mask's shoulder, 'but what was that about becoming the next Demon Lord? You know that's a major concern of mine, right? Maybe you want to discuss your plans in more detail, since you've mentioned them?' Though the tone wasn't threatening, the intent was... also not threatening. However, Mark again realised too late, it could be [i]interpreted[/i] as threatening, which was once again the last thing he wanted, since he'd need as many allies as he could get if he wanted to make sure everybody was good and not-demonically-aligned as possible. He hoped Tue didn't misinterpret it.

[@Lady Selune][@Kafka Komedy]