[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus[/url] felt a familiar smell through the back. Gunpoweder filled his nostrils and made him nostalgic to times when his gang hand first time gotten hands on them pistols. Feeling as they put bit too much powder, then the pellet. Spark, flash, kick and a hole in a wooden fence. That power filled him again. The rifle was now operational. However he could shoot only once before reloading, so he had to make sure that the shot counted. 

He opened the pouch and started to pour slight amount of gunpowder down. As he carefully shook the pouch, he listened at Victor talking about the Night of the Hunt. Whatever that meant. That outside was full of either allies or enemies. But his determination to keep the Blood Saint safe was unbreakable. Marcus started to believe that helping Victor keeping her safe would turn beneficial. Perhaps a good word to the White Church. 

The Warrior started to ask something as Marcus pulled the gunpowder pouch shut and reached for the pellet. He was asking about the madmen. [color=00aeef]"Who they were? “[/color] He asked. A valid question, and something that Marcus had not considered asking before. When he had gotten outside he had prepared to fight them, but as they had ran away he had felt only relief. He had considered only killing them, not what they were after. The Warrior was smarter than that, however. He had found something interestin, out of picture. And he pressed on. [color=00aeef]"What they were-"[/color] he continued, but made a pause. 

Torquil had taken an interest to the lantern. The weapon, artifact, whatever it was was still full of ghastly light. Marcus had taken a ramming rod from beneath the barrel and pushed the gunpowder down tight. As he removed the rod and dropped the pellet in, he saw the lantern fill with blue light. Torquil had just snapped his fingers inside the lantern. Somehow he had activated the lantern and now it was going to do it’s magic. 

Marcus took a step back, pulled the weapon on the floor and  put the stock against his shoulder. He aimed above and to the left of Torquil, prepared for whatever would come. [color=BDB76B]”Careful Torquil! It’s going to... ”[/color] Marcus yelled, but he never finished the sentence. Partly because he didn’t know what it was going to do.