The drizzle of the rain soaked Marcus to the bone as he pulled his leather jacket to cover him.  His brown hair was unkept and he wore a rough beard of facial hair.  He had a look about him that he had been up for several days, which wasn't far from the truth.  Having spent the last week tracking down a rare tome while selling his services as a Feng Shui master had really taken a beating on his appearance.  Also, having to deal with that slug demon meant the loss of his hat, so it was save to say that he wasn't in a very good mood.  He hoped that the book was worth it.  It lay back at his house right now, waiting for him to pry its secrets.  Which is what he would be doing right now if every bulb in his home didn't decied to blow at that percise moment.  He had run out of his two vices as well: Jack Danials and American Spirit.  A trip to the local cornor store soon fixed all that, but now the brown paper bag that they were held in was soaked as much as he was.  It was fortinutate that his place was close by.  He just wanted to get inside where it was warm, dry and bright.