Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-25808351-20161220053133

Marcus slowly looks over his shoulder at the men Lucida mentions, his eyes settle on the group as they laugh and chat. A ting of suspicion flares in Marcus's belly as he notices that their looking at Lucida. He turns back to his meal and ignores them until his ears pick up their conversation.

"I don't know, never seen one like. Everyday there's a new freak in this city." The bald one in the group cackles. Marcus gets up from his stool a calmly walks over to the group. Lucida busy talking to Brando doesn't right away.

"Those men are part of some freelance group that have been operating around here. They act as shady bodyguards for people with coin. That haven't done anything bad to get the Baron's attention, but they have been harassing travelers for coin. They'll learn the statuesque soon enou-." Brando stop as he sees Marcus standing in front of the group. Marcus stands there slowly chewing, holding a pork bone in his left hand. He stares at the bald commenter.

"Oi, the hell you looking at?" The bald one asks. Marcus says nothing. Instead he takes the man's mug and drinks it's contents empty. "You son of a, you must be some kinda-" The man is cut off as Marcus smashes the clay mug over the man's head, he stands there dumbfounded for a moment before falling over like a dead tree. Marcus hands the remnants of the mug to one of the others in the group and returns to his stool at the bar.

"Imbeciles." He mutters to himself before taking a drink from his beer.