NPC Marcus Tamarin's page

Marcus begins to tell a story, and Ellen seems to enjoy it. Her laugh seems infectious, as Bertrand gravitates towards them to listen as well. Darius follows, glad that someone is in high spirits besides him. Marcus continues.

“... So it was the first time I served drinks to a druid in a bestial form, the patrons would try to out-drink the bear and it took a dozen of them passing out before she shifted back with a hiccup. I’ve served many a druid now, some of their companions even, I figure it must be a tame and tedious life at the Botany Gardens so they make up for the excitement at my tavern... ”

“The duel shall wait, yes, though bring a few healing potions to the bar along with a sword of your own, and we very well may have something to work with.” Marcus sheaths his blade. “Yes, why I am sure our fathers would contest which is greater, though mine would be in vain, even a sword as this cannot compete with a lady as you, and while there is nothing I treasure more than my family, were he around today I would tell him that in this regard your father is the better craftsman. Then again, my brother and sister and I, were we all to be considered works of our father, could very well change the tides of this argument, lest there are others in your family as well.”