"I understand." Maric replied with a smile.<br/>Those that were in positions of leadership did often grow quite attached to those under them. Even to the point where they worry an unhealthy amount. It was much like him and his squire in fact, bless that boy.<br/>He was about to say more, but Nimue's kiss put the ability to speak to an end. Yes, he'd been kissed by maidens that he had saved, or that swooned when he walked by, but those were nothing. All they seeked was to be bed by a rich man so that they could live in the lap of luxury. This one seemed different. Much different. The knight could not understand why though. Perhaps that was because his thoughts were a bit fuzzy at the moment. He barely had the state of mind to keep a grip on the cloak she handed him.<br/>The dragon however, broke him from his daze. Maric's hand automatically went to his sword, but was stunned to inaction when Nimue actually went up and hugged the creature. It was only when the beast took off that Maric was finally able to find himself and do something, running after her for a time. Finally, he stopped, winded.<br/>Gods, what had he just witnessed? She just greeted it like an old friend and hopped upon it's back! The very creature he was sent here to kill. There was something wrong here he thought, shaking his head as if he was attempting to shake the vile thoughts that came to mind. Nimue couldn't be involved with some kind of demon could she? The woman seemed too kind, too sweet, too gentle to be involved with such a thing. What was he to do?<br/>He was going to get to the bottom of this of course. Maybe there was more to it than his guild leaders let on. Calling over Hephaestus, who had just came out of hiding to follow him, Maric leapt atop his steed and started off in a gallop towards the monk's chapel to find the location of Nimue's temple. Rest would have to wait, as it usually has to when he quests. As Hephaestus stormed his way across the land, Maric clutched Nimue's cape close, as if it was his lifeline to her.