[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=skyblue]"A lone figure stands between ourselves and the horizon. How quaint."[/color] Marque cocked his head as they approached, commenting on the situation. He had nothing else to say on the matter, and desired no further distractions. The time for delay had long since past by. He continued his march forward, and would only address the stranger if spoken to.