MarKus, still perfectly oblivious that he has a 2nd job (not that he can swap to it anyway), is already ready for as much battle as a blacksmith can be... by class anyway. MarKus is on that border between excited and nervous... he's never seen this kind of thing without a Belt or a Robot.

But looking about he spots that mop of blue hair that should not have been there. In seconds MarKus is hurrying over, letting his hammer fall to the ground instead.

"Hey! Y-you're back? Or... wait... You didn't go HOME?"