[i]‘Curious.’ The hooded amongst the four seemed to sense something off about him, meeting his gaze for a moment before stepping forward and grasping his hand for a brief shake. Giving a slight sigh, Markus flipped his helmet’s visor upwards after she pulled her hood off and revealed a young looking face.[/i] “Markus Olery,” [i]he replied with a small nod of his head,[/i] “and likewise.” [i]It was probably unlikely that any of them had heard of his name before, so he gave it without worry. Even if they had, it didn’t look like picking a fight was particularly high on any of these individuals’ lists, and forcing a fight at the moment wasn’t ideal. They’d probably fight hard to get past him to save their comrades, but they’d fight all the harder if they were in the city and so close to, what he presumed to be, their goal. 

Nodding when Ikkan explained the origin of her scar, Markus shrugged his shoulder in response.[/i] “No need to apologize for something like that.” [i] He'd seen and would probably continue to see far worse as long as he was in this line of work, so he wasn't too bothered by the scar she wore. It did explain why she might have been wearing the hood at the least.

Nodding his head in the direction of the Grandgrand’s barrier, he looked around for the construct of light that had followed him throughout the forest, ignoring the look Ikkan gave him all the while.[/i] “It’s probably only a few miles in that direction. And you're probably just far farther from the city, than the tribe being close,”[i] he remarked with a slight smile, as he turned his attention back to the four. Not feeling a particular need to keep his “mission” a secret from the four ladies, given the eldest member of the tribe probably already knew, he shrugged and answered.[/i] “Just a watchdog sent to keep an eye on the tribe’s movements really.”