"I figure either would be good, Ma'am." The monk shrugs and looks around the prison as they walk. "They're basically just gonna be a messenger here, I'm thinkin'. An' like I said, I'll leave town in the mornin', and they can be right on my heels... an' if they get silly enough to try and catch me on their own, I'll make sure they get taught their lesson quick, fast, an' in a hurry..."<br/><br/>As they make their way into the prison proper, Marric holds himself so that his shards are clearly visible to everyone present. He may not be able to call on the flames of the shard in his right arm at the moment, but he can at least make sure that the stone glimmers in the light of the guard's torch, and he can make sure that the stone in Snake-Head's dagger catches everyone's eyes.<br/><br/>"So, who d'ya want me to chat with?"