Marric nods, and rolls the map up to return to the Elf.<br/><br/>"A-yup. There's a village down along tha south road, an' we keep meeting up with thieves who talk about a ruined village down to the south. I'm thinkin' we head there, an' we'll see what we can find out about this snake-head fella."<br/><br/>The monk smirks, and gratefully accepts the potions from the halfling.<br/><br/>"Looks like the next round's on me then, huh?" With a chuckle, Marric bids farewell to the elf and turns to stride out to the road, moving at reduced speed so as to better keep pace with his mage companion. Once they're well out of earshot from the elf, though, the monk's curiosity gets the better of him. "So, what were you an' the elf talkin' about that got you doin' your imitation of a beet back there? Your spellbook a house to some kind o' pervert devils or somethin'?"<br/><br/>With their preparations done, Marric bypasses all other shops, intending to head straight down the south road and towards the potential hiding place of the Snakehead Bandits. If all goes well, he'll have decapitated the snake and returned to town in time for supper...<br/><br/>"Anyway, you ready to show some bandits who's boss?"