Marcus' eyes grew wide as he heard the price of that small chunk of wood. Fifty gold? That was about as much as Marcus made in a month if the gods were good. He was about to voice a complaint, perhaps it was just a haggling trick, when the sound of a crier overruled the other noises. "The Coronation of his noble majesty, the soon to be King Aral Otharion the Fifth, will be held in one hours time at the Royal Otharion Theatre! Make way to the theatre if you wish to attend! An entrance fee is required, there will be no exceptions!" Luckily Marcus hadn't spent his gold on the small piece of...wood? "Fen's bloody dress, what just...?" he managed to mumble. Looking around the stall, Marcus didn't spot it anymore. Was he going crazy or had it just rolled off somewhere? Before he could tell the merchant that his ware had either gone invisible or had disappeared, the man hurriedly packed his wares together stating that "Bor's Cart is CLOSED". The man, or Bor, obviously didn't have the time to listen to him, and as a matter of fact Marcus didn't have the time to speak to Bor either. If he wanted to get even a glimpse of high foreign representatives, he'd have to get a good spot. Unfortunately for him, most of the people on the street seemed to have the same goal in mind and it took Marcus a long time to reach the theater. Truth be told, it was by far the most impressive thing he had seen in his life. The Da-Hyuni architecture wasn't really something to take pride in and this colossal structure seemed to be have been build by the gods themselves.
At the gate, a few guards were halting everyone until they had paid the entry fee. Squirming himself through the crowd, Marcus managed to talk to one of them a bit distanced from the crowd. The lovely sound of a bag filled with gold was enough to get the man's attention. Three gold pieces were enough to show Marcus to an empty seat with a nice view on the important guests. Another five, combined with Marcus' word of honor and the sight of Marcus casually flipping Sang Min from one hand to the other with inhumane speed, was enough to let the poor man make a reservation at the local inn and keep his mouth shut about the whole affair. Marcus was slightly surprised how easy things had gone his way. Apparently even after all those years, these kind of tricks weren't easily forgotten.
As he sat down in his seat, Marcus began searching the rows of important guests for familiar clothes. Finally he spotted two man wearing clothes in a fashion similar to Marcus' own. But where Marcus wore green, a shade of brown and a dim sort of yellow, they wore expensive looking purple, red, green and white colors. Marcus barely wore any jewelry and their necks, hands, fingers, noses and ears were embellished with all kinds of jewelry in all sorts of different styles. As soon as he spotted them, Marcus' eyes filled with fierce hatred that had been burried for seven years. He began mumbling in a strange language, oblivious to his surroundings. "Luong, just don't let them see me. Let the trick hide me a little longer. It has all my life, it surely will for now, won't it? Yun-Yeong, you soon will have your blood... Depending on the turn of events. Amatsu, please be kind enough to give Luong a hand and hide me. Jun Haemosu either give me a chance to kill them now or let me find them later and learn their knowledge. Be it your wish so will it happen."
