"Names boy!" Marshal Farr'Shen roars, his massive paws clenching up in frustration. "Although my colleague's tone is aggressive, he is not wrong Corporal." Magi Kurak interupts in his even tone.
The ArchMage leans forward and peers at Mar, no, more like through him. "Who is this family? Who attacked you? What Library? What explosion? What is the name of this woman who apparently raised you? When and where did you speak to her?" the ArchMage, looking more annoyed than most of the time. "Do you expect the resources of the Sanctum to just start running around asking everyone what they know? We have a vast Library and a large network of Conclave-Pentas, should we just start asking them to just ask around to everyone? We don't have that time, nor the desire to do so."
The ArchMage sits back and taps his fingers on the hard oak desk. "I will ask you one last time, Corporal. Tell me EVERYTHING you know about this mark. What have you done since you came to the Breach to find information on your life, this mark and anything else? We want to help, especially if it has to do with Dragon Magic, but we cannot if we don't have all of the details."
The rest of the room falls silent. All eyes turn to Mar and await his full report. Instinctively, Mar knows this may be his last chance with the Council to state his case.