[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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The danger was immediate and credible. Marque had to admit to himself that these were larger and more ferocious than any wolves he had come to know! Could tale and story have been true? Word of the Wolfborn had been but legend as far as the wordsmith was previously concerned, but one tended to question legend once one could stare it in the eye. The legend stayed back, for a time, cautious of the actor's chosen armament. Amusing, in a way, the creature needn't have been so cautious had it known that the weapon's wielder had no great skill with it beyond flailing as a young babe with his rattle. Inexperienced though he was, Marque could not afford to let it show, and thus put forth a brave face. For it was his great talent to be that which he was not, and in this moment he needed to appear strong and great.

Another of the wolf creatures engaged the knight, but Marque daren't take attention from his own primal problem, lest his flesh become intimately acquainted with fang. Once a third creature made an entrance, Marque could no longer focus on his own, for it hath wrought chaos upon the lame and his physician. [color=skyblue]"Mister Lorenzo!"[/color] Marque gave up ground to take a position new, keeping his own beast in sight whilst moving to protect his fallen comrade, lest the beasts feed upon the weakest of the pack.

[hider=Gear][list][*]cases of makeup
[*]Couple masks
[*]Two sets of clothes
[*]A wig
[*]Bag of coins
[*]"Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
[*]Backpack
[*]1 days trail rations
[*]Outdoor blanket
[*]Flask of water
[*]Burning Stick[/list][/hider]