Marric gives the halfling a mollifying smile and raises her hands, signaling for the woman to slow down and breath.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, Miss Lissu..." The monk hikes a thumb up over her shoulder, towards the broken window. "Just had me a little visitor, is all."<br/><br/>She motions her to take a seat, and sits down against the wall next to her. Female form or not, she can't help the way his eyes trace the smaller woman's form... though she does find it interesting that the second woman in this town she's been drawn to has been an arcane caster. Definitely learning something about herself...<br/><br/>Once they're seated, Marric gives the halfling a run-down on the events that happened since she left. The tiny creature, its poison darts, and its message.<br/><br/>"The way I figure it..." She says when she's done. "We wait here fer the thing's master ta show up. If you've got a way ta hide yourself, I say ya take cover... the fella's only expectin' me to be here, meanin' you'll have a huge advantage when it comes ta catchin' him off-guard."<br/><br/>The monk gives the woman a wicked smile. Sure, she can't really advocate an attack on an unprepared foe... but if the imp's "master" comes in looking for a fight, there's no sense in wasting the inherent advantage the caster brings to the table.<br/><br/>"Gods, this turned out ta be a longer day than I'd figured..."