"Crystal." The man had stopped smiling, looking at Marric a bit warily. It seemed the monk's appearance did lend him at least some credibility with that threat there. Nonetheless, he nod his head a bit warily, staring right at Marric as he spoke up a bit in return. "I'll let Tattoos know you are waiting for your meeting. Well, I cant say I pity you or the Tattoos, but you still realize that my words are not a threat, but a statement. I suggest the townsfolk prepare for more trouble, because they did kill some of ours outside of combat already. Not that I can blame some vengeful guards trying to help their survivors being mocked by bound prisoners, but still. Though I think that they will blame folks for trying to hang mercenaries afterwards. Job is a job, that's all."<br/><br/>Staring at Marric he closed his eyes after a moment though. Seeming to shiver, not saying anything more right away at least. The painful stomp had an effect for certain, but it seemed that his willpower to not cry out was running out quickly at the squeeze. "Move your foot!"