Marric glares at the boy... again with all this hero stuff... and turns his attention to the guards, rummaging through his pockets to pull out the "wanted" poster from the tavern.<br/><br/>"Well, as the kid said..." He shoots the boy another sidelong glance, and holds out the parchment to the guards. "I was down in the mines, per the bounty request here, an' I brought back a little souvenir for y'all. I figure Big Red here can probably answer a few questions about what's been goin' on down there... I saw a lot of slaves, including the kid here, an' freed them. Those gobbos you saw runnin' away? They just wanna go home. It's the red-armed ones that was causin' you all the trouble."<br/><br/>He gives the police officers a mollifying smile, holding his hands up in the universal gesture of "truce."<br/><br/>"Now, y'all want to take Big Red off my hands by any chance? The fella's kind of heavy..."