Unlike usual Mark is not sitting on the crate by the docks, he is on top of the hill looking down.
To add up he ain't wearing any armor or weapons with him, not even flasks in case things go wrong and somebody decides to attack him.
His clothes consisting on a black shirt, pants and his red bandana are soaked wet by the rain as he sits on his spot, clearly with no intention to move anytime soon.
His face is a mix of sadness and anger, he no longer patrols the woods in search for Cyricists or Drow, the world could burn for all her cares.