<strong>Mark Macy</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><strong>Falling in line</strong><br/><br/>Mark hopped off of his mount, and prepared to follow the group down into the darkness. Before he fell in line behind Ebiric he pull the bastard sword free from his back, testing it's swing once or twice through the air. Mark was attempting to see how he might fair with such a large blade, though looking at the path before him showed his use of the weapon might become problematical in close quarter.<br/><br/>Mark walked toward Tha'ael before taking his place a little furth back in the line, "Well whose fault is it that you're more likely to be a pincushion then a sheath this day? I'd call that an occupational hazard."<br/><br/>He smiled broadly before looking inward at the lightly illuminated passage.<br/><br/>"Well this should be interesting at the least," Mark said cheerily.