Sir Marcus Cox chuckled lightly. "You will not tell me beforehand, then? Very well, I guess I must take these events as they come. Hopefully, we'll be throwing logs." The very large, very buff scotsman laughed once more before standing up. "I shall not waste any more of your time, then. Just point me to the sleeping quarters and tell me where and when to meet next." He gave a smile, slightly more sincere than before.