No tattoos, so at least it wasn't Luna, the mortal insistent on going back to her life of servitude with sickeningly terrible gods. Marian? Marian who Merlin had already had a prophecy about, Marian who he'd been thinking about when he closed his eyes. Was the Sheriff going to kill her? Or, like Tuck, was she going to try and kill herself to get away from the Sheriff?
"No... you're right, I asked," Much said, sitting back on his stool, feeling like he'd been stripped back to the helpless and directionless thing he'd been before.