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Mark: wonders if Fae has anything he can assist with.
Mark: eyes the messenger. "you have need of Fauline Fae?"
Mark: studies his spear, remembering its origins and how he was handed it by his father.
Mark: he sighs and rests the back of his head on the doorframe. "we all have our demons" he says to himself
Mark: "as you wish" he steps back outside, returning to his post. He speaks through the door. "it sometimes helps to talk Frauline"
Mark: "do you wish company?"
Mark: takes a step into Fae's room. "Frauline?"
Mark: stands vigilantly at his post. He faintly hears Fae's statement.
Mark: wanders back to where he remembers the others being. He is curious as to what theyre up to.
Mark: stands guard loyaly and waits to see if Fae needs anything
Mark: "im... Fine"
Mark: stands back at his post, still shaken from his flashbacks.
Mark: wakes from his dream as he recalls killing a mother with two children. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. "that...
Mark: rests under a tree, listening to the many sounds.
Mark 24 Templars Field work, buisness, long range balistics A tall, slim aryan with bright blonde, short hair and normally wears black sweat...
Mark: stirs in his sleep, his dream becoming a flashback of his raider days.
Mark: smiles and walks off for a quick rest at the guard barracks. He lays down on his back and driffs off to sleep, having a dream about him...
Mark: oblivious to the rest, he continues wandering."it's beautiful out here" he says to himself. "its hard to believe theyd put this in an arena"
Mark: "do you mind watching after her for a bit?"
Mark: explores the forest, both bored and curious. He looks up at the trees he passes.