Martag's eyes watched as the woman went out of view, likely behind him, and then out the door. The time it took for the paralysis to wear off seemed an eternity, though it was only three minutes, and when he was free Martag was raging hot. He looked to see the satchel he carried with him gone, "dumb bitch," he said in a low growl. Quickly he turned to Maria before leaving, "sorry for damage, will pay you back when I finish with this one."<br/><br/>Maria nodded to him, it wasn't the first fight in her bar and not likely the last. The one thing she could count on was Martag paying what he owed, and she did not intend to hold him too accountable for the destruction though she knew he would just pay the damages anyways. She watched curiously as her most consistent client left the bar, and soon it was void of any customers and Maria herself was all alone.<br/><br/>With consuming rage Martag bounded through the streets, following the small clues that he was able to spot. This woman was going to pay for her transgressions if it was the last thing he did while breathing. He had just finished a long hard mission with a long hard journey, this was the last thing he wanted to have to deal with, unfortunately she had forced his hand. Had she not taken the satchel with the picture of his parents he would have left well enough alone. His heart raced, but as a half orc he still had the berserker rage of a normal orc, and so he let it consume him, his endurance boundless while it lasted.<br/><br/>"Stop running and face me like a true warrior you thief!" He yelled into the night air, he was in high hopes she could hear him, and even higher hopes that she would oblige his request.