If Marcus is aware of Richard's focus boring through the back of him, it's not something that compels him to hesitate, or treat the other man's belongings any differently. Once he has felt around for hidden sheaths, he opens saddlebags, pawing through. Anything of no clear relevance to him—pouches of herbs, some coin, camping supplies—are merely handled and put back.
Once Bastien has made his way over, Marcus has retrieved a journal, which he thumbs open, frowning over it. Pinned between his hand and the cover is a folded map.
Closes it, when Bastien speaks up. Kind of bends the book and map both into a cylinder in his hand as he goes about fussing with the reins, flipping them over the horse's head. Taking his time in answering, the jangle of leather and metal filling in some silence. "Luck is what we'd need," he states, finally, "in compelling the Chantry to answer for anything."
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We're in a video game, the horses will respawn.If Marcus is aware of Richard's focus boring through the back of him, it's not something that compels him to hesitate, or treat the other man's belongings any differently. Once he has felt around for hidden sheaths, he opens saddlebags, pawing through. Anything of no clear relevance to him—pouches of herbs, some coin, camping supplies—are merely handled and put back.
Once Bastien has made his way over, Marcus has retrieved a journal, which he thumbs open, frowning over it. Pinned between his hand and the cover is a folded map.
Closes it, when Bastien speaks up. Kind of bends the book and map both into a cylinder in his hand as he goes about fussing with the reins, flipping them over the horse's head. Taking his time in answering, the jangle of leather and metal filling in some silence. "Luck is what we'd need," he states, finally, "in compelling the Chantry to answer for anything."