<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>M<br/>A<br/>R<br/>C<br/>U<br/>S</strong></span></div></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">  <br/>  <br/>  <br/>  <br/>  <br/>  </span></div><hr/><hr/>Marcus looked up as the new blood entered his establishment and eyed him for a moment before gesturing him over.  He might've found reason to fear his presence, but criminals were far more than common, here.  Even he, himself, had a history, but that was another story entirely.  He got the man his drink and kept watch, curiosity reigning over him.<br/><br/>Somehow, he felt different than any man he'd ever had walk though those doors, like there was some deep, dark secret that he shouldn't question.  Still, that curiosity was burning at the back of his mind...<br/><br/>"Hey, Newcomer," he spoke from his place behind the bar, "...What's your name?"<br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">LOCATION * BEHIND THE BAR<br/>TAGGING * DRISKOLL</div>