Marrec – Hati
Although Marrec wasn't as interested as Sasha in weapons, he was familiar with them and had his own more basic collection. When the hunter handed over the revolvers, Marrec took them readily enough and shoved them in the waistband of his jeans. He watched the rest of the undressing with half-hooded eyes before kneeling down and tugging the pile of discarded things towards him. Keeping a wary eye on William, Marrec riffled through the duster until he was satisfied. Shoving the pile further behind him so he stood between the items and William, Marrec moved to stand closer to the man.
“Let us hope I don't find anything when I pat you down; the Ulfric would not take kindly to any deception,” he said, his voice a deep and gravelly baritone. The enforcer moved to stand behind the hunter and gave a long pause where he simply stood there, staring at the nape of the man's neck before giving a thorough once-over and scenting the man for the tell-tale oil smell of guns. Despite the intentional build-up, Marrec went about the pat-down in a brisk, professional manner that scoured every inch of the man's body for any weapons, including removing the man's hat to feel for any hidden weapons and yanking the man's feet up one by one to inspect around his shoes and along the inner lining.
Marrec was only satisfied once he had liberally invaded the man's personal space and was assured that nothing lay hidden on the man's body or within his clothing. Straightening away from the man, Marrec lifted up the duster and other items. He offered the duster back, but kept an obvious hold on everything else. Not one to hold a grudge, Marrec offered a fleeting grin.
“I'll be keeping your weapons until the Ulfric says otherwise. They'll be kept safe, of course. I think we can go inside now." Gesturing towards the sliding door that had been the primary way in and out for the wolves, Marrec offered a slight, mocking bow.
“Humans first.”