[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] listened very carefully to the man with the scar. Marcus’s eye stared at the Draco’s – as he called himself – eyes, listening as this blacksmith and huntsman pleaded for help. A hunter that kills hunters. At least killed someone called Stefan. A church giant fighting beasts was now more attractive fighting partner to the hunter, according to Draco. 

Marcus disliked the idea that he’d be helping people. There were a lot of dangers outside and to worry about some people was not in his greatest interest. However there was two points in favor to his quest. There was a shelter and there would be a bigger group to make it there. Marcus was worried that such a group would attract beasts, but perhaps they would target the civilians instead?

But this thought was tossed to a corner soon. Discussion had went to someone identifying a hunter by scent alone. And then the now-alive Hunter had revealed a truth. There was a scent. Marcus took, as a reflex, a deep breath in through his nose. And sure enough, Marcus smelled the blood; But there was another scent present. He had smelled that all the evening, but he hadn’t thought about it until now, but there was no mistaking it. Just to be sure, Marcus rose his arm closer to his nose. 

A memory came into his mind. This smell. Now that he thought about it, [i]scent was familiar to him: He and his sister running in sewers and the scent of the assaillant is stronger than the filth in sewer, as he grabs his sister. She screams and the hunter playfully says “Got you...”. [/i]

And Victor then said the harsh truth that brought Marcus back to the real world. What Marcus had perhaps suspected and somewhat known until now, but now that it was said out loud it was more sombering. It was now true. He was a hunter. They were now hunters. The smell proved it, the feats moments ago proved it, what the huntsmen had said proved it. The effect was much stronger than he could have guessed. His mind was blank. He saw as Draco emoted towards his nose, but Marcus couldn’t understand the emotion or care about that. 

His senses came back when Draco was speaking about the shelter. Victor would do anything to keep the woman safe, at least according to his own words. Draco was quite good with his thoughts. This proposition mioght get the veteran hunter and his enormous sword with them. Marcus was bit doubtful. Victor was a member of a White Church, which was a rival to the Black Church that Marcus had contacted. He didn’t know if the two Churches were connected in this room of cots filled with nightmare-ridden patients. Would-be hunters or woudl-be dead meat, whether the treatment worked or not. But at the moment it was Victor that could lead him to some answers.

Marcus lowered his sword until his arm was relaxed and turned to Victor. [color=BDB76B]”I need answers to this whole mess, so I will follow you. But if there are beasts that want her delicious blood and a hunter out there that wants to hunt you… ”[/color] Marcus said and turned to Draco. [color=BDB76B] “Then better to cooperate. For now.”[/color] He finished. He took few steps towards the room with cots. He wanted to find the rifle that the huntsmen had left behind. Or rather which Marcus had yanked from them. In case he’d meet them again, he’d ask them for gunpowder and bullets.