Marcus notices Sam's odd reaction to Jacob, but simply puts it down to the Wizened's usual paranoia.
"Sam... Jacob. Jacob... Sam. Jacob's been working at mapping out the gates and trods of the Freehold. I thought it best to start here and work our way out. Sam here, is The H... one of the best hunters I've ever seen."
Marcus covers his slip, still not quite used to Barkley's new affiliation. The Elemental adjusts the shoulder straps of his rucksack to cover his discomfort.
"Right. We're off, then?"
Marcus starts walking over to the gate, looking at his companions to make sure they are ready to head into the Wilds.