Actually, I did have something to do here. It's RPin' time!
"Hey, kid," he says after some time, looking up at Marcus. There's a curious look in his eye, not so predatory as during the fight--more inquisitive, like an animal staring at its reflection. "Things must have been pretty bad for you to leave the Stag Lord, right? I mean, we've seen some of your old buddies around, but just how bad did it get?" He pauses for a moment, licks his lips, and shrugs. "I mean, it was pretty rough when I left. That wasn't too long ago, now. But still, things change pretty quick around here. What made you decide to get out?"