@The Hummingbird @Mickey Flash
You can't run away forever - he knows that, has known that for a very long time now. Ever since that dirty elf opened up his vault and drew him outside, things haven't lined up right. She left him to go out into the world on his own, a world that was no longer familiar but far more welcoming than what he could remember. If they ever met again, he will make sure that he turns that nasty little elf into a frog or maybe a gnat, something indistinguishable and weak. All he wanted to do was sleep undisturbed, then he would not be in this weird predicament.
Marley looked down at his hand and wondered how in the world ... his attention was grabbed by the tug of the ropes attached to his restrained wrists. This strange position reminded him of how he ended back in Dashkanchay. When the fight had broken out in the bar, individuals not associated with those who attacked Immie and whatever that other man's name is, snatched him with a bit too much ease for his liking. Just because he's a witch does not mean he's frail; they had done something strange to him.
Another tug to the ropes made him look up at his captors. They've only exchanged a few words when necessary; for the most part, it appeared they knew precisely where they needed to go. If that's the case, why did they need him? Surely there are other hedge witches to be found in this world; there's no reason to go after him. It is becoming increasingly more difficult to think over the knot still occupying the back of his head. That combined with the heaviness in his chest, Marley was uncomfortable, weakened, and utterly confused by this whole ordeal.
There are about ten of them, all dressed like common mercenaries, yet they give off the impression they are far more intelligent than ruffians. They worked in shifts; five are scouting ahead, and two are exploring behind, leaving the other three to continue forward with him being dragged along. They all have varying accents, which can only mean they're from everywhere, yet nowhere. He recognizes none of them, but the way they looked at him, have dragged him back to Dashkanchay, meant they knew him.
'Tansy, go back.' Tansy was able to stay hidden (or allowed to remain hidden). 'I can't risk you getting caught.'
'They're here.'
Marley glanced over his shoulder, catching the two scouts rushing towards the three leaders. 'Who is here, Tansy?' He was desperate for information on the outside world, and it looked like the scouts brought some dangers with them. He can't make out their language; if it's that, maybe it's a code of some sort to keep him out of the loop. Nonetheless, they looked at him before suddenly pushing him forward, their sense of urgency now doubled.
Tansy watched them take Marley away before hopping the opposite way. There were others on the island, and he has every intention of investigating these new bodies.