Mark stood against the wall and saw Sinol and looked at Augor and gave a weak smile. "no worries man...need all the rest i can get, havent been on a mission in years...bit rusty..." He swung his arm alittle to stretch it and leaned against the wall again and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>He could once again picture his old friend, its been a long while but he had a clear picture, that draconic son of a bitch, at the thought he smiled. A marksman, a good one...what happened. Mark felt himself slipping out of consiousness and woke himself back up. "damn...i am definatly going to rest afterwards..."