"Will you be joining us for a drink?" asked Teldryn. "The Gods know we deserve one."
Marcurio shook his head. “No…I don’t think so. Another time.”
It was unlike Marcurio to turn down a drink, especially a free one. “The boy has been quiet since we left the Sanctuary,” Teldryn whispered to me as I approached the counter. “I think you should go talk to him.”
I looked over at the far corner of the inn where Marcurio was sitting alone. He does look a bit down, I noted. I took a swig of ale and set the tankard on the counter, then walked over to the mage. “Do you want to…talk?” I asked him awkwardly.
Marcurio looked up and gave a small smile. “I do…and I don’t,” he replied. “I just have too many questions that I don’t know where to start.”
"About what Festus told you?" I asked, pulling up a chair.
Marcurio nodded. “I don’t want to believe it. Crassius never gave a clue about his…past. He was just a nice old man who took me in and had the patience to teach me magic. But it seems like a lie now.”
"Festus said that Crassius made the decision to leave the Dark Brotherhood. I think you were meant to be his redemption. He might have started by saving you, taking you in and giving you a home. But really, you were the one saving him, making him a better person. That is why Festus killed him. Crassius became a different man — he cared."
Marcurio sat silently, staring at the floor. After a while, I got up, and placing my hand on his shoulder, I turned to leave. He placed his hand on mine and held it there. Realizing that he wanted me to stay, I sat back down. We didn’t say much for the rest of the night, but the fact that we could find comfort in each other’s presence by just being there was enough.