[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
'That's [i]Syszi,[/i]' Mark corrected, a bit forcefully, even as he pocketed the purse of money. 'But yes, I suppose my name on it would work. As for why she's not here... honestly, I'm not sure. I didn't see her awake by the time I left...' It was about this point that he was interrupted in his speech by Ian's farewell, and before Mark could finish his train of thought, the man had already skipped away. [i]Skipped[/i], as if he weren't a mercurial mercenary with questionable sanity. Then again, what did he know about men of questionable sanity and how they acted? Not a lot, for various reasons, so go figure.

That said, he'd received his payment, and the figurine would be delivered to his partner soon-ish... God, had he really asked for his name to be on the wrapping? And practically agreed that she was his wife, at that. Was he trying to give everybody the wrong impression?

...well, in fairness, he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about Syszi. Obviously, repeated sexual intercourse would lead to some pretty intense attachments between anybody, but even so, he wasn't exactly trying his hardest to keep her interested in him, which barely even mattered when she had been enamoured with him from very early on. Maybe he ought to chat about that with the Salamander... which he couldn't do if he was out and about. In which case, best to head back to the guild for the time being and see what presented itself by the time he got back. And after all, hound-filled woods weren't the most alluring place to stay overnight.