<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, of course, noticed the two immediately; it was hard not to catch someone so bright enter a place so dark.  There was instant dislike for whom he percieved to be the 'lead', and there wasn't much more appreciation for his 'friend', either.  He was tempted to just say no, but funds were at stake.  He made a tight, irritated face and quick judgement on how much money the two might have.<br/><br/>"...I'll rent to you for twenty-five gold a night.  Take it or leave it."  The price was more than three times what he usually charged, and even that was above what most inns charged.  His inn was the only one in town that rented to non-residents; if the two didn't want to pay, they could sleep outside, for all he cared.<hr/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">LOCATION * BEHIND THE BAR<br/>TAGGING * DRISKOLL</div>