Marric smiles and squeezes the halfling's fingers.<br/><br/>"Well, I thank ya for that. And I ain't worried about strikin' a blow; with the exception o' the swordsman, I didn't really see anythin' ta be afraid of." He chuckles, and on a whim rests his forehead briefly against the crown of her head, expelling the last bits of tension from the day.<br/><br/>"Alrighty, now..." He hops off the horse, and tips his non-existent hat yet again towards the smaller mage-woman. "Don't you forget now... I'll be at the inn, once I finish up my meetin' with the Elfie over in the tower. We'll plan our next steps then."<br/><br/>With a chuckle, the monk turns on his heel and makes his way off towards the tower, keeping up a good, casual pace as he makes his way down the city streets and right back up into the "waiting room" of the tower,  knocking sharply on the door that divides the elf's work-shop from the rest of the world...