Marric frowns a little at that. He doesn't recognize any of the faces in the room, and he's not entirely sure if he'd met the previous captain or not... but that doesn't stop him from empathizing with their situation. Once the newly initiated captain of the guards makes his introduction, the wanderer bows low, folding his arms behind his back in a sign of compliance.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry ta hear that, fella." With a sigh, the monk straightens and brings his arms back around in front of him, rubbing his right wrist and making sure that the shard in his arm catches the light. "I'm here ta talk to one o' those fellas that decided they wanted ta attack the town while I was away. After all, I'm the one they were lookin' for... and I'd rather they be lookin' ta challenge me than rootin' around an' botherin' innocent people just tryin' to go about their day."<br/><br/>Foolhardy? Perhaps. But the way the monk sees it, the simplest solution to keeping Elfie, the kid from the mines, and everyone else in town safe would be to make sure that his head is the goal that everyone is seeking. Besides, not a single chump he'd seen in the tavern looked like even half the threat of the Snakehead or his wand-wielding friend.<br/><br/>"I want one o' the assholes to start deliverin' a message..."