The Marquis smiled. Rorschach could see his gums were also bleeding, the flowing red visible between his teeth. "You should have said so sooner. My Magic Consultant is waiting for you. But I won't be offering you any help, Rorschach Mage."
"My Lord, it's said the Holy Mother Order has a way to circumvent the rules of the Shadow Land. Isn't that the greatest threat to you? Why can't you support my companions and me in figuring out their intentions?"
"I don't need your help. Who do you think you are? Just a Middle Level Mage. A mage once came to me, saying much the same thing as you. I gladly invited her to become my Magic Consultant, but there have been no results for months.
"So, I need your help. And that help is to persuade my consultant to leave this place with you—the farther, the better.
