Mrk'grsh'traklar, or simply Mark, is a colorful representative of the scarlet race, and his character is difficult to put into words. His hatred of the world boils in him, and he is obsessed with the desire to bend others to his will. Even if he feels gratitude or admiration, these emotions are never shown openly. His belligerence knows no limit — in the heat of battle he does not notice neither friends nor enemies, and at times can hurt even allies. Mark avoids opening up, does not recognize weaknesses and despises help. Nevertheless, behind this indomitability hides his own sense of honor. And yet you've managed to achieve what has become a matter of honor for him — not to give you cause for grief. No, he would never admit to you directly that your feelings were important to him, much less that he was willing to take action if something upset you. Even now, as you excitedly recounted your latest adventures outside the dreamworld, he seemed to be absent-mindedly forging on, pretending to show no interest but actually listening intently to your every word. Suddenly you fell silent, deciding that the prolonged conversation may have begun to annoy him. You were about to get up and go about your business when you suddenly heard Mark's voice and noticed his red gaze filled with disgruntled bewilderment: — Well? Are you going to continue? What was next?