Marcus was the first to stand, woozy from the alcohol but always aware of duty over the self. Pistol in hand he charged the sound of the noise, a templar by the name of Varrus he later discovered, and roused the guards on the way to redouble vigilance and report anyone entering or leaving the castle. The scene of the crime was grim, a great puddle of blood and a large burned scar in the ground where a fireball had been dropped. To Marcus it clued in immediately who had been felled. Bartuc Crestfallen had shied away from festivities to follow his half-demon woman and now neither could be seen. Though he would not admit it, Marcus was conflicted by this news. On the one hand he was happy to have the half demons gone but on the other it was a shame that two fine fighters were missing. The blood was telling, as the big fellow likely wouldn't leave unless his opponent was dead or he was.

"Where are the guards?" Marcus turned to a nearby Templar and nearly struck the man when he stuttered. "YOUR JOB IS TO WATCH FOR PEOPLE LEAVING OR COMING IN!" His temper at a short fuse he grasped the armored man in both hands and slammed him into the wall inches off the ground. "WHAT DID YOU SEE!" He shouted.
"N-N-NOTHING, SIR, I WAS ON THE EAST WALL!" Marcus dropped him to the ground and wiped off his own clothes. "Find me someone stationed at the gates. I want to know where two well trained fighters just disappeared to and I want it 10 minutes ago."