Marcellus watched the warrior Lewin - no, perhaps warrior cleric was more appropriate - set Fossil's bones with renewed interest. What a fascinating, if grotesque, bit of magic. It was certainly useful, he'd give Lewin that. Marcellus wondered what other tricks his kinsman had up his sleeve. Waiting for the conversation Danni started to pick up, Marcellus looked off the bough at the safehouse, still just a speck on the horizon, but drawing ever closer. Considering his risen infamy in the underworld since his last time working for the Red Leopards, he wondered how they'd greet his presence.