Lifting his beer for a sip, Max was listening to Markus. Relaxed, because whatever was going on at Barbarous hadn't come up since. Mid-sip, though, Markus' words registered and he narrowly avoided a spit take.
Lowering the beer, frowning again, confused and looking for clarification. “What do you mean?” He was trying not to jump to conclusions, mindful of the off-hand remark lacking much detail, but it didn't sound good.
Lowering the beer, frowning again, confused and looking for clarification. “What do you mean?” He was trying not to jump to conclusions, mindful of the off-hand remark lacking much detail, but it didn't sound good.