The marquis smiled wryly, glancing up at Wednesday (the god had over a half-foot on him in height). "If I owed enough favours to get kicked out, I'd hate to think of all the ones who still owe me," he said.

He shook his head. "No, I came seeking protection. Two old enemies are back in the area, and I'm... not much good against him." He didn't seem happy to admit to such a thing.