"Excellent!" Maric said, running back into the house to regather his belongings. "Just give me a moment and I shall meet you up there."<br/>He would have to leave most of his armor though. The simple thatched roof would not be able to take all of that weight while they waited for Layla to pick them up. So instead, Maric packed up the leather and chainmail tunic, as well as his bracers an greaves. Swinging the loaded pack onto his own back, he grabbed his sword and belted it on as he instructed Hephaestus to stay here until the water died down. The horse was very smart, so Maric didn't doubt that it understood, and would know when it was safe once more to return. Climbing to the upstairs portion of the house, Maric was about to let Nimue know he was ready, but her lovely figure poised under the open hole in the roof stopped him in his tracks, the way the light shone down on her made him think how much she looked like an angelic being. Forcing his jaw shut, Maric walked up to her side and held her by the waist.<br/>"And I'm sure it will look all the more wonderful with you there." Maric whispered in her ear, giving her a peck on the cheek before lifting her up through the hole (making sure that he did not look up her dress as he did so).<br/>After the paladin was sure she was up, Maric tossed his pack onto the roof, and leapt. He grabbed a hold of the thatched ceiling with his arms and pulled himself up after the lovely lady that now sat beside him.<br/>"So, how shall we grab her attention?" Maric asked with a smile.