"Ha. I'll keep that in mind..." Marric grins and dons her tunic and breeches, snapping her "borrowed" magic belt in place to give her muscles that little burst of strength. Between the arcane fire pouring through her veins, and the icy ki that she learned to manipulate from the monk who'd first trained her, Marric feels like she's more than capable of defending herself from the boar... at least in theory. "Don' really know what I'd steal from the entrance to yer tower, but I'll keep it in mind nonetheless."<br/><br/>She takes the offered hand readily enough, and a few disconcerting moments later she's right back where she started.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." She says as she steps away from the mage, turning with a wink and a grin. "Maybe one o' these days you can use yer process on yourself, an' we can look into really changin' perspectives..."<br/><br/>With that, the monk waves a casual (if at least a little affectionate) farewell, and moves back out towards the woods.<br/><br/>As long as there's still light in the day, she intends to find and take care of the town's "boar problem."