After playing his part, the Margrave awaited a sign from Alessa with baited breath. Would this gambit pay off, or would everything go to hell? He studied his peer's face intently, poised as if to spring -whatever that might accomplish- the second any news came through. When a revelation did make itself known, it manifested in a mere subtle movement, and the irrepressibly clever and astute warrior of darkness understood immediately. In determined, perhaps gleeful silence he followed with the others as they made their way to the traitor's abode.

He almost stepped into the room before remembering that the nullifier would be active, and likely crush him beneath the weight of his toys as they sprang to full size should he waltz right in. The others proceeded as he hung back a moment, removed his jacket, and emptied his pockets. No cars today, but his restored items made quite the obstructive pile. He moved as hastily as he could without doing any damage, wanting to make sure he didn't miss anything, and darted into Collin's room a few seconds after Alessa issued her statement. Rather than play by the rules, the enigmatic vagabond sashayed right over to the 'comatose' pretender and planted a finger on his chest. [color=8F9779]“You FOOL,”[/color] he uttered in the deepest, most guttural voice he could muster. [color=8F9779]“You sucker, you stooge, you absolute BOOB. Did you truly think that you could fall to darkness and hide its pungent, festering pong forever? No, I smell you thoroughly, you illiterate schlemeil. And I smell a rat! And like a rat, you've been caught! Get DUNKED ON, DUMBO!”[/color]

Untold fathoms of power flowed through the Margrave as he punctuated his pronouncement with a dab of monolithic proportions.