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[hr][b][color=purple]Location:[/color][/b] Base of Mount Othrys
[b][color=purple]Skills:[/color][/b] Charmspeak[/center]
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Marco simply watched as first Waverly ran from them, and then Em went to chase after her to talk to Waverly. [color=purple]"Okay then... I guess I'll um... help out here... with Prometheus... if that's alright?"[/color] He was fully aware that if he misstepped right now he would have no less than twenty arrows buried into him, after being turned into a deer or stag. However, there was something he could do, that would help all of them in the long run.

[color=purple][i]"Prometheus, do you swear your words are true and that you came to warn the Roman Camp of the impending attack?"[/i][/color] Marco once again let the magic fill his voice and the air, the sweet tone reassuring the Titan that he was a friend, that they could talk. Prometheus soon confirmed that he was speaking the truth, and then Marco knew that the Titan had been correct. [color=purple]"It seems that he is on our side today, Huntresses, and that he has no ill intentions. Madalyne, with your permission, I can use my compact and have a message sent back to camp to warn them of the attack if you so wish?"[/color] Marco was going to do his damnest to show not only respect to the Huntresses and his Praetors at that point. He wouldn't demand the titan's freedom, and he wouldn't over step the boundaries of what he could and could not do.

However, there was an uneasiness settling at the back of his brain. If Prometheus was right, which he was, which Titans and Giants would be heading to the very camp he called home?