Marcus Familiaris

As the last patrons stumble out into the crisp autumn air Marcus flips off the OPEN sign with a sigh. Woodchuck Chuck’s is a western style tavern with a long bar at one end and half a dozen axe throwing lanes at the other. The wooden tables are a mess of dirty glasses and empty food baskets but you’re already drifting towards the empty lanes for a few rounds of throwing when Marcus’s friendly bark stops you in your tracks. “Hey! You heard what the boss said: first we clean THEN we throw!”