[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] reached to grasp the parchment from the little men. But his hands grasped nothing but air. Marcus flinched, then carefully reached to the parchment to touch it. His fingers went through the parchment like it was but thick smoke he tried to grab. This unnerved Marcus more than he wanted to admit, and he flinched backwards. He made a quick look at the Warrior, but he had been shifting his focus from the blood-clothed hunter to the mummified being in two parts. “[color=00aeef] “I secure the bell, too.[/color] The warrior had stated. Marcus nodded and then turned his head back to wonder the issue with parchment.

Grey men seemed to understand his problem. Even more so, they seemed to want to help, even showing some… Joy and excitement as if they had been waiting for years to be useful. And thus they opened the scroll for Marcus to read. Disappointingly little amount of text to Marcus, who wished more clarity to the situation at hand. Then Marcus started to read. He was not good at it, as he had never had any need for such a skill. On streets his fists and daggers were message enough to the opposite side. This skill would have never been acuired, if it wasn’t for a gangmember of his old gang. One of the more smarter ones made effort to teach his gang how to read. Marcus always wondered why man with such smarts was with them, but appreciated the lessons. He still had to speak the words out loud slowly to form the words in his mind, to understand them.  

[i]“Glance calmly upon the lantern's pale gleam,
and find safe haven within the Hunter's Dream.” [/i]

Marcus frowned a little after saying that out loud. He read again, now more silently as he was more familiar with the parchment. This couldn’t have been everything, just a riddle, a meaningless phrase. But there was nothing else on the parchment. Marcus had to think for a moment about what he read. Parchment clearly referenced to the lantern that was in front of him. Guided Marcus to look deep inside, calmly, to the ghastly light. But the latter part was nonesence to him. 

Marcus’s grip from the sword tightened and his senses sharpened as he heard some noise coming from behind. He turned around. First he saw Torquil, axe in hand and fascinated by the lantern next to Marcus. But that hadn’t gained Marcus’s attention. Then he noticed the dead hunter, in his bloodied glory, rise. Now Marcus saw something sticking from his tigh, a syringe or a vial. He was first like just woken from a horrible nightmare and realizing now that this was not a dream; Then he  backed to the corner, fists up as if whole world was against him. But something made a slight change in his expression as he took a look to the woman. Made him go at ease. 

Them Marcus heard more rattle from behind him and turned to see… A new face, something Marcus had never seen before. A man that had no nose but instead an ugly scar in it’s place. He was a tall man and pale as a moon in the sky. But what captured his eyes was the pitchfork that he was wielding. It was almost a work of art, not to be used by a normal farmer, it was too sturdy. It was more a weapon than a tool. Marcus was bit tense at the sight of this. He couldn’t tell if he was a hunter or not, or an enemy. But he had came from where the four others had ran, so Marcus guessed he was somewhat an acquaintance to the four.

He heard the hunter behind him scuffle again. A quick look revealed that the hunter was again more defensive. Perhaps this was due to fact that he was close to the woman that had made him relax. Marcus didn’t want this situation go out of hand before he got some answers. So took took again the glance to the Ugly Manm rising his sword, taking a tighter grip from it and pointing it towards the man.

[color=BDB76B]”You. Who are you and why are you here?”[/color] Marcus said in a demanding voice.  [color=BDB76B]”And what do you lot want form us?”[/color] he continued. A question that had puzzled him for some time now.