Marcus joined in the revelries with his newest companion Aundair as the two shared a single drink and a long smoke of pipe tobacco. The party had been created for the purpose of morale, understanding, and to remind everyone that dark times passed. The dawn would never abandon those it swore to protect. Already there were some of the townsfolk asking to be trained and armed as best as possible to form a proper militia against the threat at Starguards heart. The dead god Sar'Than would find no fear on this night within the hearts of the brave and proud. Thanremere was unified and strong, strong as any fortress Marcus had seen. [color=0072bc]"Aundair, hand these out would you? I'm unfamiliar with the names of the initiates."[/color] He handed the young templar a stack of letters signed and dated by Knight-Captain Sunderland granting them a promotion to full fledged knight. [color=0072bc]"The first task of every new knight will be to help the village any way they can. I don't care if it means digging a trench, cutting down a tree, or knitting a damn blanket with the older women. Can you do this?"[/color] Marcus smiled without listening for the reply. Aundair was a capable lad and if he lived long enough may even find himself in the same position Marcus was in. He waved goodbye and went to join others, sharing a toast but never drinking, swapping stories, and other such things. Knight-Captain sunderland had returned to the party and was likely going to join in for a bit. Poor woman had a lot on her plate but now, so did Marcus. The first moment it became available he left the festival hall and went to the living quarters. A long route had him double back and pass a few others as he finally made his way to the holding cells. It didn't take him long to slip in unnoticed, carrying no torch or any other source of light, he made his way down the stairs without so much as a whisper. Marcus stepped into the light of a single torch at Reds cell with both his arms crossed. His hand upraised to silence any forthcoming replies. [color=0072bc]"No time."[/color] His blade slashed down hard onto the locking mechanism of the cell, breaking it and opening the cell. A few moments later the black clad assassin was free, Marcus placed the notebook back in her possession along with her weapons. [color=0072bc]"Festival upstairs. If you wish to stay, do so."[/color] He nodded with a frown on his face as he spun about, returning up the stairs without a sound. 'Red' could handle herself. ---------------------------------------------- Bartuc laughed heartily from a doorway not far from Ruinil, whom he had discovered to be wandering about the couryard in a gloomy mood. Her singed had been beautiful and his heart ached to hear it again. Yet her lamentations caught him right where it mattered. What of children? They were a couple unlike so why would the concept be strange to his thoughts. [color=ed1c24]"Ruinil you worry too much. No child could ask for a more caring mother,"[/color] He gave a sly wink as he approached, enjoying the nights air. [color=ed1c24]"Or a more caring.. father."[/color] He stumbled on the word for a moment, embarassed about the idea of being alone with Ruinil in that kind of way. He shook his head of the thought and focused on the here and now. [color=ed1c24]"Do not be so gloomy after such a victory we have shared. Come with me to the grand hall. Your songs are wasted on the night with none but me to appreciate it." [/color]