I shake my head at Markus. Ye have nuf worry fer the lot'v us. Do not worry, and let's be hunt'n'!
From my belt pouch I pull out some chalky red paint, pat my hands together, and put both hands on the top of my head, and lightly scratch down the surface of my face and head, etching the red paint along with it. It looks like I have massive open gashes on my face.