Marc sat waiting quietly for Maas to make his decision. He was taken aback when Orn was unsheathed, he found himself stumble backward half a step and forced his muscles to forget their training to instantly reach for his sword. 

"No." was all that escaped Maas' lips and with that Levine knew that the decision had been made. His people were not well known for their indecisiveness. 

"Very well." Marc said as he backed away from the four that had recently become three. "I'll save the brunt of the plan for when Isala wakes up. It shouldn't be long. But until then I have a gift for you, Scout." Levine set the chalice on a marble podium above a set of four pure silver necklaces. Two of them would not find any use, but the others surely would. Levine said a few quiet words and then tipped the Chalice onto the two necklaces. A drop of blood fell onto each and formed intricate swirls as they filled the small glass containers fixed to the bases of the chains. Levine turned and approached Scout, the first necklace held out to the dwarf. "The Warden's Oath, All wardens carry one, it serves. As we do."