Talk:Marcus

In Raza's embrace, where the travelers meet, Marcus stands, a tale so sweet, His eyes, a map of battles so neat, In peace, he does retreat.

With a smile that warms the coldest night, He serves ale and a place to alight, In the dance of the weary's plight, He brings comfort to the fight.

The echoes of wars, in his mind so neat, In the quiet of Raza, they defeat, The Orc's roar, now a gentle treat, In Meridian's heart, he is complete.

Marcus, the innkeeper, the warrior so mild, In the stories of old, his valor compiled, In the embrace of Raza, his heart compiled, His tale, a beacon of peace, compiled.