<strong><span class="bbc_u">Mark Macy</span></strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12413)<br/><br/>Mark had listened intently as his mission was laid before him, his eyes gleaming in excitement. He was sure there would be plenty to gain from this mission, and from what he was hearing it would be a difficult one. Mark allowed his mind to wonder, listening to each introduction and attempting to judge what each person could do. The thing that most caught his eye was the Tavah, the half naked barbarian. He was remarkably comfortable for someone that seemed so out of place. Mark himself was dressed in his chain armor, his scimitar hung at his right side and his current tome of interest in his left hand. His robes weren't the most tidy, but his weapon and armor were very well cared for.<br/><br/>Missing his chance to introduce himself, Mark fell behind the group and made his way out behind them. The gazed over the wagons, moving away toward the stables in order to get his horse. He was ready to leave, his backpack and his saddlebags held everything he felt he would need. As for his introduction, he supposed he would be able to talk to his new allies extensively during their travel.