Magrev turned around when he heard the familiar voice of the orc shouting before being silenced. The sound of entrails hitting ground and the soft thud of a corpse entered his ears, even through the cloth around his head. He turned towards the doorway to see the head of the troll fly into the tavern and bounce on the floor. Truly this day was a most interesting one. He could see the silhouette of the assailant against the brightness of the day outside, large, menacing, but strange. A sudden feeling in his gut made him turn around though while Trixie continued to gawk at the door. The mark was gone. Magrev's head jerked around, scanning for her among the patrons of the bar. The movement of a door caught his attention though, and as it closed he saw a flash of scarlet, her robes.<br/><br/>Trixie was not so observant, instead she was enraged at the beast. She was one of the few to not cower and instead drew an ornate pistol from her own clothing before marching towards the shrouded figure. Magrev did not follow and Trixie didn't notice, she was simply too upset about having two bouncers from one of her inns murdered. Her bodyguard was having a dark idea, he did not want to be a part of his charge's system anymore. His yearning to be free had been growing since his imprisonment here and now he had the opportunity to escape. This beast had sharp blades, able to rend, and slice flesh, just like a dagger. His charge had no close relatives, he had become her most trusted tool, he was feared by others. As Trixie walked, her bodyguard suddenly moved into action. His steps were quiet but his armor chimed ominously. His new target was unaware as his daggers hissed to life. In a blur, the blades struck. One came down in an arc, plunging into her stomach, the other taking a curved path that brought it to her neck before dancing across the skin, leaving a trail of red.<br/><br/>Trixie made several choking sounds as Magrev withdrew his blades and walked away. She fell to the ground, causing her pistol to go off, propelling a bullet of gold into a mug of beer and causing it to explode near the shrouded beast. Magrev felt as if a burden had been lifted on his shoulders, like chains unlocked and removed from his limbs. Something akin to happiness blossomed in his stomach as he looked towards the door where the mark, L'odu, had disappeared. Just in time to see a cloaked man and a woman run into it. Magrev gave chase, if they were after his mark too, they would be silenced just as his charge had been not a minute earlier.<br/><br/>He listened to them run up the stairs as he made his own way up. It seemed they were frantic, either they were going for his mark or they were going for the bedroom, although he had a feeling it was the former. They ran into a hallway before coming at a stop in front of a nondescript door, the only thing distinguishing it from the others, being a smashed lock. Surely L'odu would be behind it. The human woman and cloaked man stood before the door, seemingly frozen in conversation as he approached. He withdrew a dagger from a sheath and ran it against the wall, making a soft grinding noise, reminiscent of an executioner sharpening his ax. His eyes were focused on the man, the woman didn't seem like a threat while the man was a new variable, he could be a pacifistic human, a Night Elf with mastery over the arcane, anything, and Magrev considered him to be the most potent threat in the hall.<br/><br/>"I didn't realize I had become a prisoner."<br/><br/>Magrev came to a stop only about seven feet from the pair. He spoke in an airy tone, like the wind blowing through the branches of a dead tree.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I apologize for interrupting your budding argument, but I must ask the both of you to move aside.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>