"Eh. I might've. It was a hectic day yesterday... I can't really remember for sure what I did an' didn't say." Marric arches an eyebrow at the woman's 'guilty' look. "You alright? You're lookin' at me like a kid who broke her daddy's favorite dagger..."<br/><br/>The monk chuckles and tucks in to the now-lukewarm bowl of stew that was waiting for him on the table, and motions for the mage to eat up as well.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose ya heard or saw where they took this fella? Is he already out on the gallows, or did they take him ta the jail?"<br/><br/>Vaguely, Marric gets the feeling that he is getting in too deep too quickly... but his curiosity has been piqued in so many different directions that it's hard to control himself. And besides, it doesn't hurt to investigate all this stuff... after all, the Elf did say that a bandit king had one of the crystals that the monk is looking for. So bandit hunting is right in line with her request.