After he had handed off the captives to Aria and Gwyneira, Marcus made the return trip to Lethallan with the four people he rescued in tow.
When he arrived, he simply dropped them off still unconscious at a guard station in the city and left without anyone noticing him.
Then he flew back into the dungeon and spent a few days scoping out the best places for Alaric to train before returning to the entrance to leave a record of his exit.
'Now I wonder how Alaric is doing. If he was diligent, he might have ranked up to steel by this point.' Marcus thought as he headed over to the guild hall.
'Oh, this place looks livelier than before.' Marcus observed when he walked in.
There were many more adventures around and while they seemed frantic there was also an air of ease. People seemed far less on edge than before.
Reaching out with his telepathy Marcus tired to find if Alaric was currently in range and was lucky to get a hit.
