[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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At first Marque was annoyed at how Col had taken it upon himself to address the vagabond in the bushes. They had to make haste, did they not? What's more it was a dangerous, and difficult, road ahead, yet Col had invited this oddity as company? Hopefully the group would not blow Marque's cover and refer to him as the lord's son, for with every individual to keep up his charade, the cracks would inevitably split more wide. Yet he found himself elated, even changing his tune, once the stranger spoke of himself. [color=skyblue]"The Hermit? Hark, such beautiful melodies I have heard! Why, I could challenge you in a rhyme! Perhaps we might see who best entertains our company with the better oration?"[/color] 

He couldn't help himself. He was a performer through and through, one in love with good story and music. Of course he had heard the tales of the Hermit in his time on stage. He had nary a thought to abandon the strange bushman now, replenished by virtue of fiction! Marque felt honored to share his presence with such a bard. [color=skyblue]"As our good sir says, perhaps you shalt join us? Important discoveries lie in these woods, perhaps even worthy enough to be sung to the people?"[/color]

[hider=gear][list][*]cases of makeup
[*]couple masks
[*]two sets of clothes
[*]a wig
[*]bag of coins
[*]"Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
[*]backpack
[*]2 days trail rations
[*]Outdoor blanket
[*]Flask of water[/list][/hider]