"Well, then, I'll have to come up with somethin' for ya, ma'am."<br/><br/>The appreciation in his voice is very real as Marric falls in step with the little woman, letting her lead him up through the safer path until they reach the patch of moonblossoms.<br/><br/>"Well, would ya look at that..." he says, leaning close to examine the little things in better detail. "Fancy lil' things, aren't they? I wonder what that wizard fella needs 'em for..."<br/><br/>Still, a deal is a deal, so before he starts plucking flowers he takes a seat and turns his attention back to the little fairy woman, scratching his chin as he tries to think of a suitable story to tell.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Now, I don't know too many stories, I'm afraid." He says apologetically. "But if you're interested, I could tell ya about the time I almost found myself joinin' the souls in Pharasma's boneyard..."