Marcus had listened to the Vagabonds' explanation with interest. He had never heard of an 'Evokers String', but then again, he barely knew how his own relic worked. "The First Relic" That sounded as if it came straight from a legend and apparently the Scholar thought the same. [i]"Wishful thinking by hopeless romantics, The First Relic is nothing but a fairytale. If it really existed, it surely would have been mentioned in one of the texts I've translated."[/i] It was a shame, but Marcus had to agree with the man. It was most likely just a stroke of luck or the work of the gods that had driven three evokers together, not some old connection.

The sound of wood on sand interrupted the conversation. As the scholar requested, Marcus quickly jumped out into the water, immediately soaking his feet which were only clad in supple leather. It'd take a while for them to dry, but hiding the boat was a more urgent concern. When the Vagabond had stepped out of the boat as well, Marcus helped the Scholar to drag the boat onto the shore and into the shrubbery that lined the beach. Before they covered it, Marcus grabbed his back, bow and quiver and swung them on his back. A few branches, sticks and sand were enough to keep the boat out of sight for anyone who wasn't specifically looking for it. He had continued to listen to the Vagabonds' explanation of his legend, and Marcus had to admit that the more he heard of it the more plausible it seemed. Wasn't the world after all filled with mysterious things? He decided to not mingle in the conversation and just be a listening ear. He didn't know anything about the subject and just left the two learned men to their discussion. As they started walking, Marcus was reminded that he had paid the guard for a bed in which he hadn't been able to sleep in the end. Such a shame... After a while he remembered something the Scholar had said and interrupted part of their conversation. "East? Where exactly are we going Scholar?"