"[color=00aeef]Maaag-nificent[/color]" Marco muttered as he dragged himself to lean on a nearby wall in the alley he'd wound up in after a short and frankly unnoteworthy series of events, keeping one hand over a stab wound. "[color=00aeef]Thing just keep getting better don't they?[/color]" he was talking to no one as no one was around "[color=00aeef]First we lose two templars at Thanermere, then Landeel goes missing after we get to the capitol, and to top it all off I just had to go and get stabbed by a COMMON FUCKING THIEF!![/color]" he kicked at a nearby corpse, the would-be thief that jumped him not moments ago.

At least the wound was nothing major, he'd live. with a sigh he pushed himself up to his feet "[color=00aeef]Well, I'd better go let Sunderland know her party's dropped by one more[/color]" He did have a faint idea of where Landeel would go, or at least who he was going to. "[color=00aeef]Heh, so many players in this game, should get exciting at least[/color]" He began half-limping back toward the castle, once there he'd try to find Evelyn, but along the way he couldn't help but sing quietly to himself:

[color=00aeef][i]"To save this wretched kingdom from becoming dust and ash
we'll all take up our arms, bow, blade, and axe
then we'll all clash head-to-head and see who stands the last"[/i][/color]