"Yer killin' me with this hero stuff..." Marric grumbles, walking over to examine the pickax. The sight of the little goblin woman struggling to reach it is enough to make him smile, but it wouldn't be right to watch her struggling and not offer to help. "An' I'm thinkin' we stick together for now, just in case Big Red's last group of buddies pops up."<br/><br/>Just to make sure, Marric gives the pickax a cursory tug, attempting to dislodge it from its resting place with minimal force. If it's well and truly stuck, he can give it a bit more effort... but no sense in yanking right off the bat.<br/><br/>