[b]Marcus-Hunter[/b]

Marcus let himself into the grand room, taking a seat with a soft grunt. He stretched his legs out before him and took whatever drink he was offered. He didn't look to see what it was, just downed it. He glanced at the goblet in surprise, it was actually decent. It was replaced with another and he took a moment before taking a swallow. He'd hate to have an outburst here. He might break something or get thrown in jail. Although, that wouldn't be half bad. He considered it, but then remembered that he wasn't allowed to drink while in jail. Those had been the worst four days of his life. No, he'd play it safe for now. He let the cup find it's way to the table as someone he could only assume was the king, walked into the room. His eyes watched the grey bearded man walk, seeing that perhaps he would like him. He wasn't overly adorned, nor did he seem overly egotistical. 

[i]'Color me surprised,'[/i] He thought to himself. As the king began to speak, Marcus took another drink, only half paying attention. He got the gist of the assignment, get the cup, bring it back, don't die. Although when a woman stood and addressed the king, it captured his attention. Darkness. He barely avoided snorting and downed the drink in his hand. Darkness could only corrupt beings with a beating heart. His heart was no longer beating. He wasn't even sure it was still there. He glanced over as another goblet appeared. Perhaps when he was rewarded for this ludacris assignment, he would hire a maid.