"Fair enough. I tire of waiting, but leaving tomorrow early sounds good to me. If thats the case I'll head off and see if I can scrounge together some supplies, I dislike sitting around for too long."
Marcus leaves his sword, shield, and bow in the room and leaves the inn, and heads downs the alley next to the inn, looking for a market or someone to buy food from. "Well 'ello there sonny. Wouldn' suppose you got sum gold in ya pockets now would ya?".
Marcus turned to see a gang of 4 men in their 30s, brandishing a variety of clubs and dull knives. They looked very mangy, and hungry. "If I was you, I would turn around and leave the young traveler alone."
"Ahh, but I ain' you, now am I sonny?" the lead man said, a wicked glint in his eye. He took a step towards Marcus, brandishing a thick oak club.
Marcus turned away from the man, nonchalantly drawing the dagger from its holster on his leg. The grungy man raised his club and charged towards Marcus, aiming for his skull. In a flash, marcus turned, and a dagger hilt seemed to grow out of his chest. He fell instantly. "Any others?" Marcus said to the rest of the gang, Warhammer drawn.
The rest of the men turned and ran, leaving their leader behind. Marcus strode forward and pulled the dagger from the man's chest, positioned far enough outside to maim, but not kill. The stunning venom would wear off in a few minutes, so Marcus quickly cleaned the dagger with the man's filthy shirt, and continued on his way down the alley.
(@ Rav: Hope this was ok, thought I might need to roll for physical but figured it was a pretty easy fight.)