Marric scratches his chin as he reads the map, trying to figure out which shard would be the best to hunt and how. After seeing the state of the town, the wanderer knows that he needs to take his hunt seriously... but at the same time, he's so worn down that all he really wants to do is find a warm bed, a warmer body, and a hot meal. Of course, such luxuries are reserved for people who aren't being hunted by gangs of mercenaries, demons, and who knows what in the nine hells else.<br/><br/>"Thanks. I'll make sure ta keep a tight grip on it." The monk gives Elfie a grateful smile as he rolls up the map and sticks it into his satchel. If he has the map at his side, he'll be able to make plans a little bit easier... which just leaves her second statement. He's noticed the mages conversing since Lissu arrived, and he's not entirely oblivious to the situation that has been developing. Of course, if Lissu wants to come along for the ride, he's hardly going to argue against it... especially after she'd "helped out" so much in the ruined fort.<br/><br/>"I make no guarantees as ta gettin' into trouble, but I ain't too proud ta accept help. Lissu saved my hide a couple o' times with this last shard, an' I was torn between askin' her ta watch over the town with you or askin' her ta come along when I go to hunt the next shard..." With a shrug, the monk turns his attention to the little halfling woman and holds out his hand. "Way I figure it, though, we made a deal ta work on even footin' before we even set out, so I'm just gonna ask ya what you wanna do."