OOC: Bleh... went to sleep way too late last night, and now I'm not at all tired... Might as well post something. IC: SalamanderSalamander entered the village, his steps slow and cautious. As much as he disliked Praggos, the Toa of Ice had reminded him of an important fact; the Mark Bearers no longer needed him. Indeed, they would likely be better off if he was dead, a fact he suspected Yuru was all too aware of. Seeing as how Ga-Koro was swarming with mark Bearers, he decided it would be a good idea to try to avoid bumping into many of them as he looked for a place to take a nap.As he searched, Salamander noticed a lump in one of his pocket and reached inside to find a small journal. After a moment spent wondering where in the world it had come from, he remembered Angelus giving it to him before the fiasco at the bar. He absentmindedly flipped it open and began to read a random page, frowning, he turned to another, and then another. Every page was about the same thing.The Mark Bearers. Most, if not all of the dangerous ones. The journal contained detailed descriptions of the Mark Bearers, from the personalities to their abilities. What interested Salamander the most, however, was the inclusion of weaknesses, and strategies that could be used against them. Not all the strategies would work for him, as apparently the creator of the journal had been a Toa of Iron, but that did little to decrease Salamander's gratitude for the information. He turned to the first page, wondering if the author had left some form of identification behind and saw only a single word: Dorian. Dorian, whoever you are, you just made my day.Salamander began to read the journal with steadily-increasing interest, until eventually he was so absorbed in his readings that he nearly walked right into a Toa of Fire. Without looking up from the journal, Salamander muttered an almost inaudible apology before turning to walk away.OOC: That would be Angelus...