[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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Marque steadied himself against the etching of Gardevoir's key, the literal pillar to his metaphorical structure at this time. A biting wind carried with it a chilling howl. Somehow, beyond all reason and logic, mother nature bent to the will of another, changing in such an isolated place as to only affect the immediate area surrounding Col and Bastian. Col called for aid, yet Marque dared not to move any closer. Perhaps the squire would remember why Marque could not approach again, an explanation given only moments ago. It likely slipped the warrior's mind in such a dire situation. Or perhaps the truth was that he simply disbelieved in his associate's empathic ability. Marque knew such would not be the first time he was considered a liar for his capability, yet if he did not find a solution, it would definitively prove to be the last.

The actor took comfort in the warmth of the etching against the biting wind. So much so that it demanded his attention, despite the imminent danger posed by more attacking wolfborn. He had been attracted toward the swirling torrent of anguish before, distracted, but now at this opportunity the etching finally registered to him as having significance greater than originally perceived. A perfect match for his master's key, yet the wear of the stone proved to be ancient. Far more ancient than a simply playwright could be, yes? Words of the past stuck out to Marque in this desperate moment, words uttered by Gardevoir with the greatest of jubilence. To [i]unlock[/i] the emotion of Milborne. There would appear to be some manner of magic at work, of that much Marque was not certain, but felt could be reliably assumed. [i]Felt.[/i]

Yes, perhaps his unique ability would be of aid in this mystery. Marque did his best to shake the despair from his mind, for he needed to concentrate and complete the task before dangerous predators tore them each to shreds, only for the purpose of fun. He concentrated hard on how he would feel to see Gardevoir once more, to be reunited with the man who completed his life. Doing so, a single index finger traced along the key marking as he poured all the joy he could muster into the action.

[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
[*][/list][/hider]