The halfling woman nod her head, smiling to Marric but looking worried, hurrying off after having heard Marric's words. Rushing off, she left the monk to deal with the situation she had at hand. As the halfling woman ran off, and Marric let go of the man, the man cast a long cold look at Marric before moving to bind her wrists with steel manacles, and the lock in them looked like it was a step above the average. Closing the cuffs on her wrists, the man looked at her face seriously.<br/><br/>"Doubtful as it is, I need to know if you are a virgin." The way he said it was not lecherous at all, which given the question might have been even creepier than if it had sounded lecherous.<br/><br/>There had been no trouble outside, and on leaving the building Marric could see a lone black horse waiting in the front yard, no sign of others. This man had come here alone to challenge whoever had defeated the four bandits and scared his short companion. Well, not alone, as the fight had proven.