Marin picks up the pouch, and frowns as she puts everything together. She sighs. “I’m not [i]friends[/i] with that cold-hearted beast of a man. The man I acquaint myself with wears his skin, yes, and their names match, but that seems to be the end of their resemblance.” She turns to Damocles. “You [i]are[/i] blind.” She huffs through her nose. “What did he do?”