[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
Apparently, he'd missed that this particular village was friendly to monsters. Then again, considering it was near to Lymeria... he supposed he would have to have handled a quest like this sooner or later, and if anybody asked, he'd be able to claim it was a scouting mission.

Then again, looking at the armoured mercenary before him... well, to put it bluntly, that did not seem like appropriate attire for a fetch quest. Nor did it look like appropriate attire for "reading his profile" - Mark wasn't aware he even had a profile, but apparently he did, and apparently this man had read it. Apparently, he'd also saved some monsters alongside an Order priestess... the Hero really had no idea what to expect from Ian North, was the long and short of it, and he decided it'd be best to wait for him to finish talking before coming to a conclusion.

Heading into Lokdar Swamp for potion ingredients seemed reasonable enough for an ingredient gathering request. "Happening to run into refugees from Varja" did not... he knew something had seemed fishy about this one. Apparently, Ian- or whoever had hired him- was planning on kidnapping or even straight-up murdering relatively innocent individuals. Not that Mark knew what their crimes were, whether they were reasonable or not, but nonetheless, he'd make his own judgements as they needed to be made, and protect them if need be.

'I suppose the odds of running into refugees hiding in a location a couple of miles away are very low, aren't they?' Mark acquiesed near-sarcastically, almost daring Ian to further elaborate on what he'd meant by that statement. 'Nevertheless, I am well-equipped to go marsh-stomping, even if it appears otherwise, so let us make haste.' With little fuss, Mark began walking in approximately the right direction, trusting that Ian would take them in whatever direction he intended to smoothly. And, if necessary, ready to deal with Ian in a manner befitting any madnesses he was planning upon.