Introduction: People don't look right under their noses. This can be seen in almost anything they do, from losing car keys placed on a table in plain sight to missing obvious conversation hints. Or in my world, the fact they still haven't noticed when a troll or wendigo has eaten a few members of their lovely town. When that sort of thing happens, the Magii have a small group of people they send to either correct or eliminate whatever problem child has been enjoying the other red meat. They are the Marshalls and that's what I am. Michael Dina, Marshall extraordinaire, and this is how I managed to get caught in between rampaging humans and their war against all of magic-kind....