"Feh. It ain't heroism, I can promise ya that." Marric huffs, fighting off a faint tinge of red in his cheeks. If all this hero talk keeps up, these folks are going to give him a big head. "You got bounties up, I handle 'em. Simple as that."<br/><br/>Still, he accepts and pockets the key, figuring that it's best to have some place to rest his head between jobs, and shakes the man's hand.<br/><br/>"Alrighty, then. I'll take it an' say thank ya kindly for the honor." The monk bows his head towards the official, and then turns his attention to the bartender. "I hope I'm not ruinin' the solemnity of the occasion by askin' for plate of that roast, am I? I swear to the gods, that smell got me outta bed this mornin', and I could do with a good hot meal before I head off ta pick a fight with some bandits..."