"I'll see you around Frank, but right now I have some stuff to handle." Frank heard as Marcus left the shop. As Marcus left, Frank sighed to himself and rubbed his left upper arm. He knew Marcus fairly well, he was a good man, and didn't deserve what he had recieved. He loved his kids, and he loved that tavern. He was also probably the closest thing Frank had had in this town to... a friend ever since he moved to Briarwatch as a child. A lot has changed since then, with these werewolves and everything, but he knew that Marcus could pull through. He knew that much about Marcus at least.