Marcos was still staring down the crowd, waiting for someone to call his bluff, when the man behind him enthusiastically jumps in to elaborate on his story. He looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at the overacting, but hey, that wasn't the worst response he could have gotten. When he tries to direct them to the forest, Marcos stands firm and watches to see if any of them are listening.

Some in the crowd actually do seem afraid, and he picks out a few more words about foxes taking human form. Are they lumping him in with the foxes too, now? Not that he expected a village built around curses to be anything other than paranoid, but this could be a problem for them.

"Go on, then." His voice nearly gets drowned out as they start to talk over each other, getting louder and clustering around them. Some of them are armed with weapons for the hunt, and seem a little overeager to use them. Clenching his jaw, he keeps his glowing hands raised and starts to back up. He nods to the man next to him to follow.

"Doesn't look like they're buying it. Let's just get you out of here, okay?" He tenses his shoulders and starts gathering more energy to his palms. He can handle a crowd this size if he has to. "...If I give a signal, close your eyes and get ready to run."