"For your sake, ya'd better hope they don'." With one final, harsh grind of his foot against the man's genitals- practically a stomp at this point- the monk steps back and turns his back on the chained man. He's not necessarily proud of what he just did... but the man had made a mistake when he had begun threatening all those people in town who've been so nice to the monk as his search had begun. "I'm a man o' my word, bud. If ya don' want to find yourself hangin' from a tree out in the woods, you'll make sure that my promise gets heard. Because your tattooed ass is the first one I'll hunt down if I get word that this place saw one more stitch o' trouble."<br/><br/>As Marric knocks on the door to be let back out, he hopes to the gods that the mercenary isn't stupid enough to try and call his "bluff." Because the monk would very much hate to upset the Elf, and everyone else who's come to rely on him, by stopping his hunt for the shards just so he could break a bunch of mercenaries...<br/><br/>"You'll be sent out in the mornin'. Its your call which message is more important to deliver first, but see that they're both delivered. 'Less ya wanna see me again real soon."