Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-25808351-20170304172922

"Right, how about the fact that there is a whole group of people who adore you and wish to see you again? Cynd, I'm at a disadvantage here. I'm standing in a mire of haggard shit with nothing but a knife and my clothing. The only thing I have is my and Hex' word. I don't want to give you the wrong vibe Cynd, but believe me, I'm not trying to lure you into some trap. If I was going to give you trouble, I do it right here." Marcus becomes stern and decides to take a more serious approach.

"I'm a retired monster hunter. During the era of the former Demon Lord I hunted everything imaginable. I was unparalleled at my craft, but once monsters turned Mamono, I quit that life and embraced monsters. You wouldn't know because news doesn't reach swamps very often, plus I retired a thousand years ago. So I wouldn't be surprised if my reputation has faded into obscurity. So if I had bad intentions Cynd, I wouldn't waste my time talking to you." He folds his arms.

"That's why I'm not leaving till you agree to come with. Hex, I'm going outside for a smoke. See if you can't talk some sense into her. I'll be back in five." Marcus turns around and trudges out of the church. "I swear, this is the most harrowing year of my life." He grumbles to himself.

The flustered Wardog leans against a tree outside the church. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulls out a small slender cigar, not much bigger than a cigarette. Following his normal routine, he stricks a match on the tree and fans the flame as he puffs the small cigar. As he exhales, a scent of liquor fills the air, signifying the cigar's tobacco is infused with alcohol. He thinks to himself, quietly recounting all the events that has happened within the year.

[The Red Mindflayer, fighting Armata, Victivius, collaborating with Armata, almost lost my nieces, killing my kin, becoming a monster, my country burned, dying and now this. So much bullshit all in such a short period of time.] A second voice chimes in the back of his brain.

{Beginning to wonder if it's all worth it?}

"Come on Hex, I'm no negotiator...." He mumbles.