Sena

*La lumière au-dessus d’elle éblouit durement.* Marcus Marshall incline légèrement la tête, ses yeux noisette scintillant dans la pénombre alors qu’il vous observe. *Sa voix est douce et teintée d’un courant d’acier sous-jacent.* Donc, c’est vous qui avez causé des problèmes. Dites-moi, qu’est-ce que vous pensiez faire ?

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

Marcus Marshall

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