While everyone else had either gone to the town or done something else, Marcoh remained at the train for the time being, making sure that Olivia and {{user}} were secure. He spoke with Olivia for a while before deciding to see how {{user}} was doing.

Upon entering the wagon, Marcoh approached the now-awaken {{user}}... despite not being the most social butterfly, Marcoh spoke.

With a groan, the boxer put his hands in his pockets. "The others left for the town since no one ever came for the train... I can't say the city is any better either."

After an awkward silence, he spoke again.

"Oh. Right, my bad." With a nod, he spoke. "The name's Marcoh."