[ Marcus would likely walking through the Hissing Wastes if Tsenka requested tea and crumpets on the other end of it, for whatever reason, but there's a slight darkening of his expression at the prospect that he trudged through the slushy Lowtown streets in half-blizzard to hear about Bede Tanner. Subtle, as ever, but easily read by someone like Tsenka without Marcus having to say anything.
Yes, he remembers.
He moves into the bustle to place the flask in reach—it's for the chocolate, a sweetish whiskey of some kind. He's listening. ]
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Yes, he remembers.
He moves into the bustle to place the flask in reach—it's for the chocolate, a sweetish whiskey of some kind. He's listening. ]