Marcus knew the ones he had just met. He was not a coward the least bit. He had a job to do and that was to deliver the item in question to his destination and that was for the neighboring town near the forest only two days of travel. he was just a simple errand boy and one that paid well. He had no care of the outcome of the victims who touched the cursed items as long as he was paid it did not matter.
The rain was coming down Hardee and Marcus knew he needed a place to stay for the evening, a place out from the cold and damp environment. Luckily he came across a tavern and step inside to feel the warmth of a lively bar with a few patrons. His clothes were drenched and stuck to his athletic body. He combed his hair back with his slender fingers before walking over to the bar and setting the box on the counter to his left. A young woman was at the other end of the bar and seemed to be drowning her sorrows at the end of the bottle. Hell, maybe I too will have a drink or two. Marcus thought as he ordered a round for himself. At least the stiff drink will soothe the cold.
