"Don't bother trying to cover up.  I could litarilly feel the magical energy seaping out of your body."  Marcus said as he managed to get the lights on.  His livingroom, was, a mess.  Books, papers, trinkets, mirrors and all sorts of other junk lined the walls and floor making walking through there a hazard.  Save for the mess he had just made to help her, the kitchen and dinning room were clean, if not small.<br/>"I guess I should ask you the same questions you asked me.  Who and What Are you?"  He said, opening the bottle.