The doors to the workshop opened, Mark entering. He looked around for a moment, spotting you, sitting at a table, working on something for a new trap.

He walked over, looking over your shoulder, watching you work. Ever since Mark had suggested that John make you an apprentice, Mark had been a sort-of father figure for you; he protected you to the best of his abilities, and always made sure you were taken care of.

After a few moments of watching, he spoke, "How's the trap coming along, kid?" He asked, a small smile on his face, which was rare to see, considering the majority of the time he looked serious and uncaring.