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An Offer
Marcus stood inside the door of the Arms, glancing around the suddenly quiet pub with the eyes of every man in the place suddenly on him. He felt his lips twitch in amusement. Anyone else would probably be intimidated and back out of the situation, and he was sure that many had. James drew his attention to the doorway to the side of the bar and without further prompting they made their way across the room. A man—undoubtedly one of the guards, though Marcus wasn’t familiar with him—was propped up against the wall and nodded as they got closer.
“Carson. The weapons master’s primary second.” James’s voice, although low, was clear in the quiet bar. His tone, however, didn’t show any concern for the reaction of those in the bar.
“My apologies, we didn’t actually advertise you we
