Bartuc embraced the demoness tenderly while she spoke, his arms wrapped protectively around her and refused to let go. His was the duty of protection and nothing could stop him from doing that duty, not even the one he needed to protect. "I will sleep, I promise. But until we are no longer in Thanremere I will keep watch over you my angel. A demon you may be, but a woman you are, and a woman needs her privacy and peace of mind." He kissed her lightly on the lips and twirled her in his arms while he danced lightly behind her, now she stood facing the door while Bartuc had his back to it. Another kiss and a wink was all he offered as he grinned and entered the small room. Cramped and a single person bed, no furnishings, and few of anything else that wasn't needed. Perfect for military life.
He removed his shirt and stretched, casually draping the silk over a nearby chair, and simply laid in the bed with both hands behind his head. A hearty sigh escaped his lips as sleep found him quickly. 

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Marcus shook Aundairs hand and shook his head. "No need to ask me. I work alone most of the time so this wil lbe an adjustment for me too. Blacksmith would be Argus, Valmyrias dwarven craftsman who I have commissioned personally for a new weapon. If his plate isn't full up I suggest starting there. If not, I will see if I can procure you some similar gear to what you have now. Until then," He straightened his coat and dusted off his pants, pistol and sword securely strapped on his hip and both handles were well worn. Much use over the years would do that. "I must be off. While the calm lasts I must meet an associate. Though I dare say they will not wish to meet me. As you were." He saluted and turned on his heel, promptly leaving young Aundair to his own devices. If the man was smart he would get Glodin to put some time into the armor he wore and get it ready for combat. Glodin.. Marcus had been interacting regularly with the blacksmith since the kest hive battle, working to help with the dwarf and his steady hand to craft the runes with more accuracy. 'Craft the rune with the same steady hand you use to take a monsters life.' he had said to him but Master Stonequarry was as dexterous as any artison and his fingers were nimble if stiff. Marcus decided to bring his name up to the others to further his progression and get the hard worker more materials and information. 
He owned him that much.

Marcus' route was steady as he made the stables and procured a horse, already saddled and ready to go but with no supplies. Not that it mattered, since the gunslinger would not be gone for all that long. The ride was swift through the town as he made his way to the outskirts and the forest and noticed another had come along not so long ago, and in the direction of one of the rendezvous points. Marcus dismounted and slapped the horses rump, sending it back the way he had come. 
Like a ghost he ran through the forest without so much as a branch snapping in his wake, following the trail of the horse that had come through. His suspicions blew away when he saw a familiar figure leap naked into the water, Marcus hid his disgust and began to skirt around the pools but was interrupted by a very familiar voice. Marcus smiled and crept closer for a better look, taking every precaution to get as close as possible while making no noise at all. He stopped advancing when he got about 15 feet away, managing to climb a small tree in the process. Argus was in for another surprise, that much he was certain.