<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Very nice. I think that's something like 2280 gold for Marric now. Might have to go invest in some new supplies... A handy Haversack sounds pretty appealing right about now. :)</div></div><br/>Marric's nose wakes before the rest of him, and his stomach is already rumbling at the smell of the roasting pig coming from the inn's common room... so much so that he barely takes the time to wash up and go through his morning stretches before quick-stepping it out the door. For some reason, he feels lighter on his feet this morning... or maybe he's just so focused on the pleasant smell that he doesn't bother paying attention to the walk.<br/><br/>Either way, it's only a moment before he's in the common room... and being "confronted" by a fancy looking man, presumably from the town's council. The gold, the monk is happy to accept... but when the man offers him the key to an old house, the monk's jaw drops.<br/><br/>"Dang..." he says, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. Having a house is certainly preferable to paying for an inn every time he's in town, after all. "That's a heckuva offer there, fella... If you're sure about it, I'll gladly accept. But I don' really know if what I've done the past day or so has really earned that kinda reward..."