Marric whistles as he reads the newest bounty note.<br/><br/>"Well, I'll be... A dragon whelp? Where in the nine hells did it come from?" The monk shakes his head and pushes the note back to the bartender, grinning bemusedly. "I'll have ta look into that, I think. I don't suppose it's in the same direction as the cave I'm supposed ta be looking at, is it?"<br/><br/>Regardless of the answer, Marric begins to plan out his next move. The bandits are the closest to town, so he's probably going to want to go for them first... but he's dying to go check out the rumors of the surviving monk, as well. He might very well turn in the bounty for the bandits, and then start heading off straight away that day / night, just to make sure he's making good time.<br/><br/>"Alright, fella. I'm gonna get some shut eye, I think, an' in the mornin' I'll see what I can do about y'all's little bandit problem. From there, I'll head towards the Monk, an' if they're close enough I'll see about checkin' out the dragon too." Marric grins and taps the reward numbers on his completed bounties. "You folks sure know how to keep a guy busy, I'll tell ya that."<br/><br/>After a quick bite to eat, the monk gladly heads up to the room he'd been given and tosses his pack down on the bed. Right now, the barkeep's mention of a hot bath is pretty much the first and foremost thing on the monk's mind... followed closely by remembrance of a certain secretive elf...