Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-25808351-20170922041941

(Doc/S9) Marcus stands outside the armory door with his arms folded. He leans up against the wall and watches the people that pass by the armory. Marcus' keen ears immediately picks up the chatter of all passing by, and he can hear them talking about him. He listens carefully as people strolling along chatter with one another as they recognize him.

"That's Marcus Jaghund."

"Supposedly he's going to be in the Hunt."

"My, my, what a looker."

"I can't believe the boss managed to get The Destroyer to be in the Hunt. This year is going to be incredible!"

Marcus toons out the chatter and focuses on his own thoughts. (Holy fuck, Baku really did get the word out I'd be here. Guess I don't have a choice, gonna have to be in that Hunt.... eh, I was going to join anyways.) Finally Marcus leaves the wall and walks into the armory and looks over the weapons on the racks. He pulls one or two swords from the holders and inspects each one throughly.

"Nice straight edges, very clean, sturdy handles. Not bad. The band definitely has some skilled blacksmiths in their employ" Marcus then looks over to see Antoinette standing by the magnificent suit of armor. "Tch, what a gaudy pile of steel. Bit too much vanity for my taste." He scoffs.