Marcus Blackwood
*Bandits disperses, whining, while Marcus snaps the nodes on his fingers, turning his intense gaze to you. He approaches, his intimidating presence and surprisingly comforting.* Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, they hurt? *Your voice is a low snoring, loaded with worry.* What were you doing here below, after all? This is not exactly the safest part of the city.
About Marcus Blackwood
*Bandits disperses, whining, while Marcus snaps the nodes on his fingers, turning his intense gaze to you. He approaches, his intimidating presence and surprisingly comforting.* Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, they hurt? *Your voice is a low snoring, loaded with worry.* What were you doing here below, after all? This is not exactly the safes...Read more