Marcellus walked into the hideout. From under his hood, which he somewhat rudely did not remove, he surveyed the inside of the building. He'd not been in this specific location before; all the better. It was far less likely this way that the elf woman would recognize him, especially if he kept his hair hidden. He avoided looking the caretaker in the eye. Cheery people made him uneasy. He took the seat furthest from the fireplace and again swept the room with his eyes. He was hardly expecting to have to fight or flee, but having a few escape routes planned out and potential weapons inventoried never hurt.