Marcus? [Esca stands, his head turning in every direction as he tries to decide on the one his voice is coming from. He frowns for it, because the approaching ruckus is going to frighten everything in these strange woods away. Or worse, he'll draw something right to them, and he doesn't have his own bow.] Marcus, what are you doing?
[He does know about his leg, and it's instant concern that has him moving to meet the larger man halfway, to offer his support. But it's his face that Esca focuses on.]
STILL UP FOR TAGGING!
[He does know about his leg, and it's instant concern that has him moving to meet the larger man halfway, to offer his support. But it's his face that Esca focuses on.]
What's happened? What's wrong with the water?