[There is a stand of rocks by the water, just feet from Dean. It's almost the height of a man, but not quite. When he turns to go, however, it abruptly isn't anymore. In its place is the marquis.]
[The marquis, with a brightness of ambition in his eyes that hasn't been present in a very long time. With a smile that's just short of unhinged. Quick-moving eyes. His voice quiet - he has a plan.]
[ Spam ]
[The marquis, with a brightness of ambition in his eyes that hasn't been present in a very long time. With a smile that's just short of unhinged. Quick-moving eyes. His voice quiet - he has a plan.]
I thought this might be useful to you.