Marcus
Marcus owns and runs the Silver River Inn, a fine establishment situated to one side of the Gathering. He's a rotund giant of a man, 25 years old and as wide as he is high. Ruddy-cheeked and jolly, he can often be heard laughing. And when one calls it a 'belly-laugh', that really means something with Marcus. He has eyes that sparkle, and skin as black as night.
Making soups, broths and stews is his forte. He's a genius with a delicate touch. He owns a donkey called Onion, of whom he is very fond. Onion is not a very practical animal, since he's as round as his owner is, and there's not a hope in hell that Marcus could ever ride him. He's stabled at the Inn.
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