"Aren't we in a bit oh a hurry?" asked Damien - his tone full of sarcasm. He observed her face. He noticed the serious look and her full-of-will stance she had right now. "Okay, okay. Don't give me that look. I'm just messing a little bit" His mouth formed a kind but really narrow smile. It would take a good deal of effort for someone to see it. "Of course you'll come with me. Who do you think will guide me through the magic traps and various barriers your kind likes to put?"<br/><br/>He listened to her about the marks. How they changed them - killing them slowly if they used magic too excesively. He gave no answer to this information. The situation was already tense as it was, he needn't do it more. He just shook his head in undertasting and kept listening. He remained silent for a few seconds.<br/><br/>"I need to prepare - you should do the same" he said. His face was hardened now - full of thoughts. He tried not to show it but he had to much to think. Those<span style="font-style: italic">"marks"</span>she talked about were dangerous. They could even affect their magical oath and harm him too. He tried to focus on the plan and dismiss every other thought. Right now he was the hunter once again. They were about to be his pray. It was his first time to delve into a camp full of mage - scums all alone. Usually this was at least a 10 people job. They would have to be really discreet.<br/><br/>He went over his personal stash and unlocked it. It was a simple but big wooden chest coiled with beautifull celtic - like carving which he and his father had made. He liked working with wood and other materials. He liked fixing and creating. But that is a story for another time...<br/><br/>He opened the chest. There he found his weapons. A beautiful and strong longsword and a dagger. A repeating crossbow made mostly by wood and some metalic additional parts and of course a leather armor with a hood that made his face almost seem lost into the shadows. He turned his back on Eli and with a big grin on his face he took his clothes off leaving only his underwear. His black hair covered his back like thousand rivers of shadows. He body was well - built and every muscle was tense. He was not stout or bulgy - moreover athletic - like and thin. He wore more comfortable clothes and above them the leather armor. A quiver full of bolts he hanged in the lowest part of his back. The crossbow's place was at the highest part of his back. Longsword and dagger were put into their scabbards on both his sides. Two throwing knives he hid into his leather boots and two more into each of his sleeves. He also took lockpicks, rope and other usefull items.<br/><br/>Lastly he went a little deeper into his chest and took a small box. In there he kept the last part of this "costume". United, his index and middle finger went in it. Looking on a big bowl of crystal - like water he slid his fingers on his face. The war paint was red and black and made him look teribble and frightening. But that was the whole purpose of it. Right?<br/><br/>He took some of the red paint and approached Eli. On the right part of her neck he formed the Hunter's Mark. His face a little closer than the appropriate distance while he was making the mark. Her neck was soft and lean. On purpose he did the mark more slowly so he could feel her skin a little bit more. If someone wathced them they would say that it was more of a fond caressing than painting a marking. "You're now a hunter" he said. His face deadly serious without the slightest grin. "Now we hunt together" he said looking right into her eyes.<br/><br/>He realized how close his face was and took a step behind trying to remain serious. It was good that the paint had already red in it. It would hide his. "Time to make us invisible..." he said as he was now ready. Ready to hunt and draw blood.