Marcos isn't accustomed to doors being held open for him, but he smiles at the gesture and follows him inside. The place they're staying is actually nice. Almost like a postcard with the poppies around it. The only way he can imagine it not being taken is if most of the people who live here are only there temporarily. Or they were kicked out to accommodate them.

"Maybe I'm just not used to things being that easy." Even after Taravast, he's still not adjusted to being treated like a guest. It's hard for him not to be uneasy about what's asked of them in return. Last time he was given a job that he was completely unqualified for to work for the witches, and this time... well, this village is creepy with how they just accept what's happening like it's normal.

"It's not just me that feels like this is a trap, right? If they start with curses, I hate to think what it'll take to prove ourselves worthy enough to use their Beacon."