The halfling woman let out a nervous laugh before leaning against Marric lightly, nodding her head a bit at the time, seeming to try and find solace in the words spoken. Relaxing and staying close, she had a sweet smile to her face, her head leaned againt Marric's side. The elf in turn stepping closer to brush a healthy hand against Marric's chest lightly, a sweet look on the elf's face as a few words parted those rosy lips.<br/><br/>"I'll be here, and so will your home when you return successful. People are afraid right now but when you return triumphant believe me they'll celebrate you and probably remember their actions taken in fear with quite shameful expressions. Good people do remember their mistakes afterall."<br/><br/>Kissing Marric's cheek the elf stepped a bit away, pausing before the doorway. "Think -mystery- when you enter. If you don't, you'll only enter the deepest basement level. The holding cell. Sort of a safety in the doorway. I keyed it to a single word, you have to think of it, or be coming in with someone that does so, or the doors wont lead you anywhere else. This place has my 'shop' at ground level, the 'top' here for observation and seer's talents, and then there's a few others in between but you wont need those right now. Though one you may find yourself needing if I'm ever indisposed is the vault. Its locked, but I am sure you will find a way to<em>handle</em>it." Something about her tone seemed grim. "I'm going to make sure the shard from the dagger is safe for you to take along now."