Marcus was sitting by the counter, an annoyed look at his face. While the rest of the bar was in a rather festive mood, he couldn't say he shared the same interest for fish that the other costumers displayed.
He was cold, had little money left on his purse and worse: he was bored as hell on this Pyron forsaken island. When he heard about the Shadowed Isle for the first time, he thought it would be a dangerous place where he could find some errand worth of his time. Up to now, it was just a bunch of miserable villages fighting against an enemy he was helpless against: hunger. And unless he wanted to go hungry too, he would have to leave this place soon, empty handed.
With that depressing thought he finished his ale, and was about to leave when a Dwarf Paladin entered the room. The noise was too much for him to make sense of what was happening, but he heard the another Dwarf offer drinks for everyone, and a free drink was something he wasn't going to throw away. He then sat back at his place and waited for the generous little man to come.