Although he'll likely have been seen out amongst the rubble of the Gallows, dressed for labour, today Marcus is dressed for a day of paperwork, neat and tidy in tailored linens, tied hair, a glint of silver from the couple of rings decorating his fingers. The lightning-shaped drag of scarring down the side of his face does its part in indicating to Vlast why he might find Marcus in particular in the office of the Forces division head.
"I don't know that I caught your name," doesn't sound apologetic, only factual. "But you came in through a rift?"
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Although he'll likely have been seen out amongst the rubble of the Gallows, dressed for labour, today Marcus is dressed for a day of paperwork, neat and tidy in tailored linens, tied hair, a glint of silver from the couple of rings decorating his fingers. The lightning-shaped drag of scarring down the side of his face does its part in indicating to Vlast why he might find Marcus in particular in the office of the Forces division head.
"I don't know that I caught your name," doesn't sound apologetic, only factual. "But you came in through a rift?"