With the little elven-looking woman's attention squarely on him, Marric goes back and effectively "relives" his brush with death for her. He tells her about how he left home at 18, dreaming of becoming the next Cayden Cailean... of how he'd thought that just being able to swing a sword would win every fight. He tells her of his first few, sweet victories... and how they led to him challenging a well known Bravo to a duel in front of gods and man. And he tells her, as objectively as he can, of his defeat... of having his weapon stripped away, the shirt practically shredded from his back, and of the cold steel that ran his stomach through.<br/><br/>He tells her about the cold, dizzying days of half-life he spent in the care of Kiron'do, the monk who would eventually become his master, too. And most importantly, he tells her of the first day when he actually could<em>feel</em>the warmth of the sun on his face, and the life pumping through his veins once more...<br/><br/>"And there you have it..." he says as his tale winds down. "My close encounter with the Mother of Bones, in a nutshell..."<br/><br/>Once he's done, he stands and starts to gather flowers, steering well clear of the "risky" areas as he does so- as he's previously said, no sense in picking a fight with an angry boar in the dark- and continues to chat with the little fey.<br/><br/>"Sorry it's not a more excitin' story... I'm still new at this whole adventurin' thing, ya know?"