Marcus then searched out the ram only to find him standing outside of his tent about to enter in only to stop upon seeing Marcus coming his way. The ram rolled his eyes in frustration before letting out a sigh as he sat down on a stool just to the right of his tent flap. As for Marcus he jut stood before the ram and waited for a minute to help build tension.
"What can I do for you now?" snappishly asked the ram with his arms crossed as he sat on the stool glaring up at Marcus.
"I hear this little caravan is heading for the fabled city of Valhalla Prime which last I knew was both lost and legendary. Rumor has it you know the way is this true?" asked Marcus with his paws on his hips.
"Only an educated fool would assume that Valhalla Prime doesn't exist." replied the ram with a bit of charm in hopes of being extra persuasive.
"That doesn't answer my question." coldly replied Marcus as the light around them seemed to flicker for a second.
