He didn't stay for too long in Kirkwall, there was too much. The Seekers patrolling the streets, reports of hauntings in the Gallows, and the city still seemed in ruins from everything that happened over the past several years. And all he wanted was to meet the center of the hurricane, the eye of the storm.
A certain Peyton Hawke.
It was only a name he got. Nothing more. Whispers of apostates and magic, which he wouldn't doubt, but that was it. Only that. And honestly? At this point, magic was something Marcus could do without.
He pulled back his hood, better to make a less intimidating first appearance. Though even through the dark veil of his hood his piercing blue eyes shined through.
" We shall make this quick then, yes? I have... arrangements to keep. Shall I call you champion, viscountess, or simply Hawke? "
