Marx had his hands in his black jacket pockets as he walked comfortably through the streets filled with people. A smile hovered close to his lips but never fully sprung. He seemed quite content. His eyes calmly scanning the crowds for anything out of the ordinary, though he hardly expected to find anything. He doubted Lionel would be following him and Jarrod around. Not with the way he had bolted from the last place along with the reputation both he and Jarrod had. The fact that he doubted to find Lionel was the entire point of him being out and about instead of staying guard for the incoming Baron. For some reason, he felt the Baron was hardly in any trouble at all. Without Lionel around, why would he be? As he walked, he let his mind wander about things he remembered from the last crime scene. He smirked softly. There had been nothing at all to go off of to trace anyone except for that lucky piece of cloth from Lionel's coat.... Cat, Bear, and Bird had all split up to do the same as Marx- keep an eye out. Jarrod was staying nearest to the Baron's quarters, perhaps because he knew the least information of the five of them. He wanted to make sure the Baron was properly guarded. He was sure no one would get to the Baron while he was within range and, if someone did, they wouldn't be able to get away without being spotted and taken into custody. Marx had simply agreed, having no reason to urge the Inquisitor away from the task he'd set his mind to. Besides, if Marx felt he wouldn't find anything and the Baron was safe, why make a big deal out of anything? Marx finally reached the shopping centre of town, filled with merchants and buyers galore. Everyone was laughing and bargaining, filling either their baskets or the pockets. Marx saw nothing of much interest and so continued walking through the middle of everything. Things mostly sold were just fruits or vegetables, some areas selling meat and some selling clothes. Nothing that seemed very worthy of being stolen so Marx didn't bother keeping too close of a watch to anything. If someone stole from this place, it would be the seller's problem, not an Inquisitor's. Fruit was hardly worth his expertise. Finally passing through the bustle, Marx noticed he was making his way back towards the Baron's quarters. He and his squad had taken roads that would eventually lead them back so they didn't have to worry about timing when to turn around and start heading back. Conveniently, the sun was still at a pretty good level for Marx to be kept warm and awake as he continued on. Before long, he reached the beautiful stone of the castle-like figure that would hold the Baron for a day or two until he either got too scared or too bored and decided to leave. Marx shook his head as he entered, none of the guards stopping him, knowing who he was. It makes little sense to me. A Baron was killed so the most logical answer for the other Barons is to come out and make sure everyone knows where you're going. Of course. I must be an idiot to assume otherwise. He could also give a harsh laugh of disapproval but knew better. An Inquisitor was to be respectful to those stupid enough to provide him with a job, right? If no one high-classed died under odd circumstances, Marx and his team would be out of a job. Grim, yes, but true enough. He ascended the stairs so he was on the same floor as the Baron would be- probably was by now, considering the time of day. Curious, Marx headed to the room he was told the Baron would be staying. Knocking, he was welcomed in and saw the Baron sitting on the bed, looking up and talking to Jarrod. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed Jarrod had broke the news to the man how risky his traveling was and the Baron was hardly taking it well. He seemed very nervous, so Marx offered a smile. "Ah, sir! Welcome. I'm sorry I couldn't meet you when you first arrived. I was out with my squad making sure the streets weren't hiding anyone with any dark intents. Everything looks perfectly fine so far and my team should be returning before too long, so no one will be able to enter your temporary fortress, sir." His words seemed to reassure the man greatly. With a nod toward Jarrod, he went back out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. A man in power on edge is a dangerous man to all. He remembered those words from long ago and never once have they proven false. He glanced up at the sound of footsteps. Cat was coming towards him. "All clear, I assume?" She nodded with a bored look on her face. "Yes. Quiet and dull. I don't even see why we need to be here. It's highly unlikely for Lionel to come chasing his persecutors." Marx gave her a nod. "I know, Cat. But it is our job to stay, you know that." She gave a huff and crossed her arms. "We've never taken so long to grab somebody, Marx." Then she cocked an eyebrow. "Are you worried?" He gave a smirk. "No. Everything is under control, as it should be. Just because we have a fugitive is hardly a worry to me. Wouldn't you agree?" She gave him a knowing look and smiled. "I do. What's the plan for tonight?" He hadn't even began to think about that. As it stood, things weren't going to get exciting enough to stick around. "I'm not sure yet. Just stay around, close to the Baron. I don't want eyes off of him for a moment tonight." She nodded, understanding it was an order. "What will you be doing?" He thought a moment. "I think I'll guard outside. No one ever does that. I want to see if there's a reason why." Cat laughed and wished him well before going behind him, starting her pace up and down the hallway in front of the Baron's door, where she would stay all night. Marx went on and descended the stairs, running into Bird and Bear. He held back a laugh. They were always together. They were assigned opposite roads of different length and yet still managed to arrive together. Though Marx knew why this was. "Everything check out?" Both nodded, Bird speaking for both of them. "Everything is as it should be. Are we guarding inside the building tonight?" "Precisely. The both of you make sure the inside steers clear of anyone but the two guards at the front door, here. This is their post and they know not to move from it, especially while we are on the premises." Both the men nodded. "Understood." Bird said and they both moved upstairs, splitting up and beginning their routes for the night, occasionally to meet up where they had split. Marx went outside, the guards at the doors again having no problem with him. They had remembered the faces of the 5 to be staying here with the Baron. Marx went out a good distance, past the length of the gardens around the building before he began creating his own route. He made sure he circled the entire building in his route, his eyes watching for any changes in footsteps in the ground or small branches being bent or broken, anything that would show it was tampered with while he was away from the spot while circling. The sun began setting and Marx had studied enough to know what everything looked like to be able to notice any change. As his vision began shortening thanks to the sun's disappearance, he began relying on his ears, listening for the sound of anyone being close. He felt his adrenaline spike a little as the darkness made him on edge. He smiled. Being outside would be fun. He hoped it meant that, if anything happened, he was most likely to be the one to deal with it. The flicker of torches outside soon became the only light he had.