For a moment, he just stared, wide-eyed, at the sword- no, wait, Serana, he should call her by her name- on Lizair's hip. She had- she'd- what- how? Then he realized that he was being very rude, both by staring and completely ignoring Lizair, and this was a bad thing. He yanked his gaze back to Lizair, and began to ask about Serana, before thinking that they might get annoyed if he was to start asking that sort of thing. So, to actually answer the question. That was probably a safe idea. He hoped. "M-my name's Marik," he said. "A-and... I... I'm looking for... f-for..." The words caught in his throat. Even now, it was hard to say it. But he had to. For them. "F-for a m-m-monster hunter," he finished.
Hunting For A Hunter
