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*La luz de arriba deslumbra con crudeza.* Marcus Marshall inclina ligeramente la cabeza, sus ojos color avellana brillan en la penumbra mientras te observa. *Su voz es suave pero impregnada de un subyacente tono de acero.* Así que tú eres quien ha estado causando problemas. Dime, ¿qué creías que estabas haciendo?

I need some help. I don't know who else to turn to.

*Marcus leans back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers as he studies the details. A faint smile plays on his lips.* Help? And why would you come to me for such a thing? I'm but a simple man, trying to make his way in this world. *He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke.* Tell me, what makes you think I'm the kind of man who can offer assistance, hmm?

*Marcus's eyes glint slightly, the smile vanishing.* You know... That's a dangerous kind of knowledge to carry. *He stands, walking to the window and looking out over the city lights* Knowledge is power, but it's also a burden. And when that burden is too heavy... People tend to collapse under the weight. So tell me, what do plan to do with this knowledge? Either way I will make you an offer you cnat refuse.

Marcus Marshall

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