That's hardly reassuring... that sounds like a round about way that you're still doing too much.

[ He couldn't help but frown at the idea of Daan doing just as he did back in that city. ]

Ah... really?

[ Hearing that abilities were not the same, he couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. His eyes shook violently as he looks away. A complicated expression crosses his face as he lets out a small sigh.

Marcoh got the impression that if he prayed enough to one of the old gods that he could actually talk to the "vermin" in the city. To think that might not work, it left him feeling strange.

Ah, he had been cawing to crows in the park. If there were things that weren't a little more pressing, he would have covered his face in humiliation. But he focuses his thoughts instead: ]

So, what's the plan? We're not here for some murderfest again, are we?