Marcellus found himself very much surprised by the rebel's words. Not the bit about the safe house; he had both hoped and figured that helping Fossil would lead him to the Red Leopards. Nor the part about vouching for the ragtag group; after what had occurred in the last few hours, that was to be expected as well. What surprised him was the statement adressed to the slave girl - no, Anastasia Dailon. He'd thought the girl unimportant in the long run, the least useful of the people gathered by circumstances.<br/>Marcellus grinned. With most of his face obscured by the shadow of his hood, it made for a somewhat eerie sight. A rebel spy, a sun worshipping spellblade, a flighty deserter, a princess with no crown, and himself; this was shaping up to be far more interesting than he had anticipated.