Marcus nods to Harry as he continues to write on the paper. "Harry, could you contact HAL and ask him if I may have an audience tomorrow? I'd like to research more of this at the library." He slides the new message back to the Summer King. Turning his attention back to the Snowskin, the Metalflesh pushes all other concerns out of his mind to concentrate on helping his new Summer Brother. Marcus seems lost in thought momentarily before nodding decisively and thrusting his hand out toward Duncan. "I vow to investigate your arcane affliction, and Fate shall smile upon my attempt. If you favor me with your complete honesty, your mind and body will help you mend. Should one of us prove false before the week is out, Fate will turn her darker face upon him, and he will be accursed." Marcus felt a tendril of the Wyrd uncoil from within him, awaiting an answer.
...So let it be done.
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