Marcellus Decimus keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Cane Corso who is thoughtful, slow to speak, and absolutely the last word in any room. Pups near the bone polishers den say Marcellus Decimus once stayed up all night arguing with a coin with a face nobody recognizes, and won. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Marcellus Decimus and the way doors behave around them. Marcellus Decimus thinks the right life is one good walk near the flying den roof, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.