[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] held steady as the men ran away. Marcus showed no intention, no motion or no attempt to follow them alone. Perhaps he could have, with the new powers he had aquired, but he didn’t want to risk the battle and possibility of injury or even death. Though Marcus remembered that they had wanted them alive. An odd group it had been; member with a sinister bell, a beast and rest were other yharnamites. Marcus wondered if they wanted to kidnap unwakened ones for blood knows for what purposes. Only thought that Marcus had was to have them woken up somewhere else and taught as members of some sinister army. 

As men had Ran away, Marcus heard footsteps behind him. The Warrior got closer to him, sure with his steps and well composed to the. Torquil also had arrived, wielding an axe.[color=00aeef]”We should get our bearings, determine where exactly we are..." [/color] The Warrior stated. Marcus nodded. He too wanted to know where they were. He knew where he wanted to go, to the Black Healing Church. From them he had received the… Blessing or curse of hunters, Marcus didn’t know which. And from them Marcus would get advice of what they would do with him. Them. Marcus wondered if the Warrior and Torquil were also going to work for the church like Marcus planned, now that whoever their guide in their awakening should have been was not present. Come to think of it, he wondered if there was present anybody that they could talk to? Or had the assaillants killed everyone else in the building? One of many things that Marcus did want to find out. If alive they could also satisfy the Warrior's wish to know their location. 

The Warrior continued. [color=00aeef]"...and [i]why[/i] we were..."[/color] he continued, but never finished. Marcus turned to see whether he was going to finish, but noticed that the Warrior had just seen the bloodbath that was outside. A sight that had also made a strong impression to Marcus too, even thought he was an experienced bandit and seen his share of bloodbath. But the moment ended and the warrior composed himself. He had taken an interest to the man on the floor, who was most likely owner of the enormous weapon next to him. Marcus wondered for a moment to grab that weapon, but shook off the idea. He wasn’t sure if he had the strength to wield such a weapon like it’s owner clearly had ahd, judging by the bellringer’s corpse that was in two parts. 

Marcus wondered about the Lantern that was in front of him, away from the blood, death and destruction. There was a skeletal arm coming from the ground, surrounded by many of the little men. He was living in an alien world now, with beasts and otherwordly beings as the Echo had been. And these men, with their equipment. He wondered if the lantern was similar to the bell, an instrument for hexes, spells and enhancements. Such a thing would be valueable, if Marcus would know how to use one.

Then he noticed the scroll. Marcus looked at the two little men that were holding it. They were in turn looking at him. Marcus felt uncomfortable inside his garments. He preferred to ignore these otherworldly creatures, not interact with them. However Marcus hated to admit, but in this situation they offered a lifeline to grab. Hence for this once, he gave the little men a careful trust [color=BDB76B]”Best to grab whatever we can before leaving this place. That huge sword, whatever those men have, and that lantern.”[/color] Marcus said, nodding to each object of his statement as he said them out loud. [color=BDB76B]”I’ll grab the lantern.”[/color] Marcus continued. Before starting to inspect the lantern however he went towards the scroll and reached to grab it.