Marric chuckles at Lissu's confusion, and puts a finger to his lips with an "I'll never tell" glint in his eyes. There's something amusing about watching the little halfling trying to put the puzzle pieces together and figure out the elf's identity... but on top of that, the monk had promised to keep Elfie's secrets, and that promise holds true even in jest. That's just the way it goes.<br/><br/>"Don' worry, Lis. Ya get used to tha ambiguity fairly quick." The monk smiles at the halfling standing beside him, and then up at the Elf. It really does sadden him that he's going to have to leave her behind in all this- but at the same time, she needs to be here to defend her home, just like he has to be out there trying to find the shards before whatever it is that hurt her hand. Demons, if her magic and the mercenary are to be believed. "An' besides, tha surprises are half the fun..."<br/><br/>With a contented sigh, and a comforting squeeze to the halfling's shoulder, Marric leans back against the plush back of Elfie's chair and closes his eyes for a moment. He enjoys being in both women's company, to the point that he practically dreads the coming morning... and right now, with Elfie in front of him and Lissu at his side, he intends to just savor the moment while it lasts.<br/><br/>"I know I've gotten a couple of... surprises of my own, with these shards..."