[@TheDarkTemplar][@boomlover] 

Marcus smiled as Red finally took off but his heart felt the tiniest twinge at the knowledge that it might be a very long time before they saw each other again. The realization was unpleasant to say the least considering both of them had nearly killed each other half a dozen times over the years for reasons that both agreed would need to remain secret. Maybe she felt the same, he mused, but dismissed the idea. 'Red' was not the type to get overly attached to anything but the mission and her single moment of self indulgence to Marcus' knowledge had been here in the hall with the other templars. 
Marcus would have smiled if the foul-breathed dwarf had not interrupted the moment. A fake smile spread across his face in an attempt to hide his minor treachery from the usually quite astute dwarf. "No, good Dwarf, just a woman from the town come to celebrate. Tell me Dwarf.. do you feel in your state you are still strong enough to best me in a game of drink?" Marcus gave a sharp whistle as he glanced up and caught Aundairs eye, motioning for the boy to come over. As Marcus' assistant so to speak it was the boys job to follow commands. Regardless of how distasteful they might be.
"Do me a favor, Aundair? Find us three a drink that could peel the varnish off the the hardwood." He slapped Aundair on the back to send him off and eyed the dwarf. "Unless you're too gone to best me. I understand if you aren't up for a challenge."