Marcus is walking into town, just as night fall, thinking about nothing more than a warm bed and where he might find it. He has the look of someone that has been traveling a longtime with weariness in his expression. Pausing for a moment as he catches movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to look only to blink in shock thinking he has just seen a dragon. Shaking his head, his brown hair flowing from side to side, as if to clear his mind he looks again and sees only a pale haired girl.
Breathing a soft sigh of regret he thinks 'what was I thinking dragons don't exist' he makes note that the girl has walked out of the woods and is moving towards town same as him. Standing there watching her for a moment something about her movements intriguing him as it makes him think back on what he thought he saw. Shifting the duffel over his shoulder he conciders himself as he thinks. He is wearing a pair of well worn boots, faded old blue jeans with patches at the knees, a creased leather belt, dark colored t-shirt under a faded green jacket. The jacket looks like it might be a surplus jacket of somekind with many pockets, ideal for a man traveling with a need to carry things in easy reach.