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Marrok opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted with an inquiry from a particularly curious specimen.

"[b]Who the hell owns this place?[/b]" he asked at the foot of the staircase.  Quickly, Marrok sized him up.  While he could identify points of peculiarity, he could not surmise precisely what this man's quirk was.  Disappointed in that fact, his gaze returned to his new associate.  He gave her a subtle nod and a wink as if to wordlessly say [color=7ea7d8][i]'we'll finish this later'[/i][/color]. His attention then drifted once more back toward the man with the question.

"[color=7ea7d8]I think it's an answer we'd all like to know,[/color]" Marrok stated agreeably.  "[color=7ea7d8]While we wait for that one, I suppose we should ask the questions that we know the answers to... I'm Marrok.[/color]"  He held his hand to his chest as he introduced himself.  Marrok, a dark haired man, had dressed equally dark that day, adorned in a black long-sleeved shirt and similarly colored trousers.  The state of his shoes had told the story of a man who had been traveling for quite some time. Marrok's hand left his chest and slowly gestured toward everyone else in the vicinity.  "[color=7ea7d8]Who are [i]you[/i]?[/color]"