Marcus speeds up a bit, hoping he wont intimidate the little group with a seeming real to life wizard in tow.  He draws in beside the group and looks at them with a smile.<br/><br/>"I could not help but over hear you talking about magic."  Marcus looks at Rollard specifically and then to the Jessie and Mikeal.  "I am a bit of a martial trainee, working with swords with a little kick from the 21st century.  It seems maybe you all can use a little muscle to back up your party.  The likes of this guy," he nods to Rollard, "can get your asses kicked out here in the park at night.  I am Marcus."<br/><br/>Marcus wears an old and beat up olive drab trench made of heavy canvas.  Underneath can be seen a glistening black and form fitting...  Something.  Where the trench ends, boots take over, calf high.  They are rugged and beat up looking.  At his side is a bulge that can not quite be made out, if anything, it looks like a fore shortened sword...