Damn. Marcellus felt conflicted. On one hand, he had expected the whole group to escape in the little dingy, leaving the lovely family who's sheltered them to most likely be tortured to death; regrettable, but not his problem. On the other, he hadn't stabbed anyone in a while.<br/>One moment, Fossil jumped off the boat and started spouting nonsense. The next, Danni jumped off the boat; Marcellus took the chance, using the nymph's movement to cover his own. Wrapping his cloak around him and leaping from the boat, Marcellus silently rolled into the shadows. Crouching like a predator, he drew a dagger into each hand and reached forth with his mind, invisible tendrils snaking their way across open space, past the nymph and his pseudo-captive and into the soldiers confronting them. Hearing Danni's spiel, Marcellus switched gears to something a bit more complicated than fear or calm: trust. Remembering the confrontation with Lewin, he made sure to be subtle about it; all it takes is a drop of poison in a well to make the fortress sick. He smiled at the metaphor. That had been an interesting mission. Shaking off the reverie, Marcellus peeled his eyes and ears, ready to join the rise or enter a whirling dervish of blades at a moment's notice.