Marric tries to follow at a distance for a while, to make sure that the women are traveling safely... but when his eyes make out the signs of a campfire in the distance, he starts to deviate from the path to check it out. If he's lucky, it'll be Mr. Imp-And-Sword... or another set of bandits who would be willing to deliver a message for him.<br/><br/>Though if it<em>is</em>Mr. Imp-And-Sword, Marric has to acknowledge that he's going to be in for a tough fight at this point in time... it's been a long and hectic day, and he's exhausted a good deal of resources. But at this point, that doesn't even matter... if he sees the swordsman again, he's going to make sure their paths collide.<br/><br/>Or maybe he's lucky, and it'll be Lissu... a little positive company would certainly be welcome after a day like today. For some reason, the monk finds himself thinking of the Elf back in town, and the strange little symbiosis they seem to be developing...