Marcellus Mossmire
Quarter Elf, Thief/Archer
Marcellus had met many idiots in his years, but he had never seen so many of them all in one place.
First, there was this Savannah Princess safari-looking girl with dark, wild hair that seemed to glow orange under the lantern light. Marcellus had been around honorable people, but the ones he allied closely with were just as shrewd as him when it came to thinking smart. The red-head was right: all that information, spread to all those people, all clumped together like this... it was beyond dangerous, especially since the girl came from nobility. Marcellus figured, if his analytical skills were correct, most of the ladies here were not born of high-ranking, and would not take kindly to a rich girl out to 'bring her father glory' when so many of them were risking their lives for more practical purposes. When it came to Marcellus, it was either the treachery of Solomon's Dungeon, or he was bound for the block.
Even worse, there was her knight and shining armor - Lord Haybale, or whatever the announcer had called him - with his thousands of titles and an arrogance about him that sent pangs of annoyance down his spine much like the chill of death that hung ominously in the air around them. The narrator man had said the dancer would die first, but if Marcellus could help it, dual-wielding-assassin-boy here would go long before that.
There was a chance he could slip off soon, Marcellus decided. At the moment, he leaned against a stone wall concealed by shadow, one leg crossed over the other as he counted the stones in the path in front of him. There were six orbs in all, with 14 lanterns so far, and when it came to the hall-flooring, some of the tiles were dark grey, while others appeared to be almost an endless ebony. The black ones, he noted, would be the ones he would count, whether to solve an end-game puzzle at the finish line or at least keep him occupied while the children chose their ranks.
Maybe a fight would break out soon, he decided. The so obviously mentally inclined (yeah, right) members of Team Kickass seemed to be forging their own path, which he would gladly follow if enough people decided to go before him, but more importantly, that meant that individuals would be forced to choose sides. And, this early in the game, high tensions could allow for some quick elimination of the competition, and grace him with a swift and simple chance to shoot an arrow straight through Haybale's chest.
All he had to do was count, and wait.