"Yea, I remember..." Marric's eyes also dart down to the elf's wounded hand, but he doesn't call any more attention to it than is necessary. To be honest, he's worried about the woman hurting herself further while he's gone... but of course, he's already played his hand, and will have to trust her to know how to play hers. She's smart enough to not stick her hand in the pit twice, he figures. Hopes. "It's good ya have this room, though... being able ta keep watch in all directions could certainly make things easier on the town should those idiots get up the gumption to actually try somethin'."<br/><br/>Curious, the monk moves over to the table and leans forward, attempting to peer into the crystal ball... but of course, all he sees is the warped image of the table through the little sphere of glass. His talent never did lie with the arcane.<br/><br/>"Do you keep the map with the shard locations on it up here too?"