User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20170502014500/@comment-25808351-20170503023045

"That depends on the 'fire' the man of those old tales brought. Was it metaphorical or literal? If it was literal...." Marcus sprouts the cobalt flame in his right hand and snuffs it out as he closes his fist. "There are many legends of my past exploits, some none too flattering. I pride myself a warrior, one with few equals. I've had lifetimes to master my craft, and build my reputation."

He sips his drink. "I've taken jobs for your clan before. Nothing I would define as 'legendary', mostly just lending my sword. Although, my legends may have been born from the drinking contests I've participated in amongst your kin, or the fair Wyverns who challenged me in more intimate ways. Regardless of the legends, I am a friend of your soon to be husband and uncle to his bundle of girls, but also a guard dog. I lend my strength to Ibrahim's family whenever they call and would die for them if need be. Same as I would for my own."

"If that's sounds about right, then I am your man of legend." He takes a larger swig of his drink.