The man rushed off to the distance, leaving Marric standing relatively alone where he was, but there were sounds somewhere behind him. A blast accompanied by smoke rising into the air. A short look revealed a familiar face however, the halfling woman approaching over what looked like smoldering remains of the bandit that had surrendered to Marric a little earlier, but with a dagger still shining in one now ashen hand before the man's body fell apart there.<br/><br/>"You are not an easy man to find." She smirked, but nod her head. A bit behind her, a pair of men sat on horseback, one of them looking like a musician with leather outfit and a lute strung along his back, a rapier at his side. The other one in turn was stranger, a young looking man with smooth cheeks but seeming human rather than an elf, and with a holy symbol of some sort around his neck, but not a sign of a Deity, but something else. Silver pillar with a skull's image at the top of it, but with a shield inscribed at about half-way down the pillar. Strange bit of a symbol to say the least.