<strong><span class="bbc_u">Mark Macy</span></strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><br/>His eyes gazed across the smoldering hamlet with interest, if there was anything in the old town it wasn't all too unlikely it would be unfriendly. He removed his backpack and lashed it to his saddle, if he was to fight he felt better with less burden. Upon the suggestion of scouts his eyes shot to the gray elf with the shadowy clothing. It would naturally be best to know if there was anything to deal with at all before getting involved with this place, orc bodies being in eye-shot and all.<br/><br/>Before mark could voice his opinion on the matter the dwarf was already marching off to smash someone. The magus grinned and decided to follow his companion, cracking his knuckles before pulling his blade from it's sheath. "Mind if I join you," Mark asked, "Oh, I'm Mark Macy by the way." Mark figured two worms would lure in more fish than one. Also, he wanted to see how Nalin could go about baiting using a hammer.