Marric grins and reaches into his cloak, pulling out the notice he'd asked for earlier in the morning.<br/><br/>"I had the bartender pull this, an' the other two, in the mornin'. Initially figured I'd just go on a little week-long holiday an' knock all the jobs out, but if we're comin' back to pick up your book then we'll just have ta head out for the next job in the mornin'." He grins and looks at the "bandits" notice- after taking a moment to say a proper farewell to the elf- and turns towards the door.<br/><br/>"If you have everythin' you need, then lets get a move on. We've got use some bandits to wrangle in, yea?" The monk cracks his knuckles in anticipation, as adrenaline starts to course through his veins... and strides off towards the place where the traveler last saw the bandits.