Marric happily devours the little bun... and then it's morning, and his belly is rumbling once again. Well, a late night will do that to a man, he figures. And a long day ahead probably doesn't hurt.<br/><br/>So the first thing he does is walk over to he bar, carrying the backpack full of "loot" in his hands, and orders breakfast while he checks over the remaining jobs on the bartender's bulletin board.<br/><br/>"So, barkeep..." he says while he debates which job to take next. "This thing with goblins... do they got red or blue tattoos all over their arms? 'Cause I'm thinkin' I might have run into a couple of the little fellas while I was gatherin' these here flowers last night..."