The borderlander listened intently, as if she were his commander barking out marching orders. He was at once both relieved his theory had been right, and unnerved of the same. This meant the Trollocs were planning something, perhaps a larger raid on one of the hamlets up north. He needed to go and tell his commander before something was done! But as the Aes Sedai spoke, Markus' expression changed without his face or stance moving a muscle. 

"Ogier," he said flatly. He looked at her, and by the light she looked like she was telling the truth as she knew it. It still agitated him to no end. 

"That..." He started, but let it trail away. He was going to say 'that doesn't help,' when she mentioned the Ogier. Fairy-tails and barroom legends had little to do with the very real threat of these trollocs. But he wasn't going to get angry with her, despite his prejudices. He had come here seeking answers and she had provided. At least he had an idea of where another band might attack next. The only lake in the region was easy to find, being the largest body of water connected to the river Arinelle. 

"My thanks," He said, without any of the preamble most Aes Sedai were used to. He did not bow or even grant a smile. He was tired, hungry, and he had another two days ride left before he could really indulge in either. Markus bent down and retrieved the arm, wrapping it back up in the cloth. He would dispense with it outside the town when he first made camp. The winter had lasted long this year, and though it was finally starting to warm up, the nights were chilled, particularly in Jaradime. 

He was halfway to the door with the pack slung across his strong back when she stopped him. 
[@Penny]