Marric frowns as he takes in the man chained before him, and for the briefest of moments he considers kicking the man's chest in here and now. No doubt the fool thinks himself some great badass, that all the yokels out here should fear... but Marric intends to make sure he's very, very aware of his own deficiencies.<br/><br/>"Alright. I'll knock on the door when I'm ready ta come out." The monk's voice is low, and any hint of a smirk is gone from his voice as he steps away from the guard-woman. "Oi, Fella!"<br/><br/>The monk's foot lashes out, slamming into the wall inches from the would-be-bandit's hands. Marric wants to make<em>sure</em>he has his attention.<br/><br/>"I heard you were lookin' for me today..."