[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“This weather is intolerable,”[/color][/i] stated Marcaunon as he awaited in the forest for his next victim. Mundane best described the current situation as he kept his eyes sharp, keeping out of view from any sign of life that would soon make way, yet was becoming difficult both ways as rainwater was pouring at a constant mass. Though minutes turned into hours, the elf stayed positioned but was growing weary from no activity passing by.

His mind had wandered onto what his next move would be if nothing would come up as opportunity. Maybe a walk into the next town or village could promise more for better findings, or so he thought. His luck was fortuned more into using what abilities he used best, not merely resulting into a measly action of becoming nothing more than a pickpocket, but at a time like this, it was becoming clear. The more he waited, the more agitated he was becoming, and irritation was not something he could adjust to well.

It wasn’t like he wanted to wait in the woods, but he was more under the assumption that a flow of common folk or a many array of creatures would present themselves passing by. It was showing that just the slightest of bad weather could postpone any sort of activity, and it looked as if nothing more would happen through the remainder of his stay.

Just as Marcaunon was forming out of position, hopping down from the trees of which he was found still and waiting, a sound of crackling limbs was becoming heard, and they were coming close to his surrounding. Considering it was too late to ascend back into the trees and hide, his position was to remain behind the tree to keep hidden away from his apparent target, armed with a dagger just in case the encounter would make a more difficult turn.

Once he heard the steps of whomever this creature was become close enough to him, Marcaunon was ready to take advantage, but for some apparent reason, the sounds had stopped. It was as if it had known Marcaunon was hiding from him/her, and was ready for him to present himself. Though it deemed unusual, the elf wanted to be sure this wasn’t any trap of some sort, considering that he has been wanted in many towns and villages for thievery and hostile situations. Whoever it may be though, he wasn’t going to let it have the chance to take a hold of him.

Now arming the crossbow in hand, Marcaunon wasted little to know time as he stepped out from his hiding position with haste and pointed his weapon to whomever stood in front of him, yet to his surprise, the apparent foe deemed to be of a much smaller and unlikely circumstance. 

[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“A fox?”[/color][/i] questioned Marcaunon, surprised to see a small, gentle but dark creature present itself in front of him. For what purpose he was certainly unsure of, but he also sighted what looked to be a piece of paper being held in its mouth.

As the fox laid the letter in front of him, Marcaunon slowly reached and picked it up to observe what reason a creature would bring something of the likes to him. It deemed harmless, yet it was also a shock to see that his name was presented on the folded paper as well, but the question was why? As curiosity bested him, he opened the paper to find it was a written letter to him.

Reading the letter, it seemed that someone was in need of Marcaunons talents, offering him a job. Reading through to the end of the letter, it had a name signed at the bottom reading Claudius, a name the elf has never heard of.

[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“I assume you work for this ’Claudius’ fellow,”[/color][/i] said Marcaunon to the fox, [i][color=MediumAquamarine]“And it seems that my abilities are to be deemed useful for him in a certain matter to whatever this apparent job may be. Enticing to say the least, but I only do for myself, not for any other man or creature.”[/color][/i]

Dropping the letter onto the ground, Marcaunon was not easily convinced as he turned the other way to walk away from the fox, but he stopped as another surprised had became present to him. Seeing a portal had formed in front of him, it was obvious this was of  immediate action, yet Marcaunon still had no interest in taking up the offer.

[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“Am I suppose to step into this?”[/color][/i] said Marcaunon, [i][color=MediumAquamarine]“I’m taken to assume this will lead me to your master, correct?”[/color][/i]

As he turned to speak to the fox, the creature remained still, awaiting for a final decision from the elf if he had one. It had Marcaunon thinking for the moment what could come out of this offer. Maybe this person could give him whatever he wanted. Or even better, he could take whatever he sees that is in possession of this Claudius fellow and keep for himself. It seemed promising, but he would be taking a risk as well.

[i][color=MediumAquamarine]“Hmm…”[/color][/i] quietly spoke the elf as he though to himself, [i][color=MediumAquamarine]“Fine. I shall see of this man you follow and find out what his purpose is of this. Take me to him.”[/color][/i]

As the fox heard Marcaunon’s response, the fox wasted no time and rushed into the portal, Marcaunon sighing heavily as to not knowing what he could have possibly gotten himself into. Once he was ready, he too stepped into the portal.