Marric makes mental note of everything- the priestess, the captains, and the plan that's slowly forming in the back of his mind. And of course, he takes note of the fact that his friend's hand is doing better... again, to his surprise. He's not used to being this invested in so many people in a single town.<br/><br/>"I'm glad ta see you're doin' better, Elfie." With one last, gentle squeeze, the monk takes his hand from the mage's shoulder. "If yer feelin' better tomorrow, I'll bring ya this new piece o' the puzzle to study... I know you were interested in 'em, an' I think you'd do better'n me at removin' it from its current home."<br/><br/>With that, the monk turns to take his leave, waiting for a moment to see if Lissu will join him. He can understand if she'd rather wait behind for a little bit and chat with the Elf, but he needs to go see the Captain of the guards so that he can deliver his challenge...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Whether or not Lissu follows, Marric's next stop is the jail, and he's going to wear the shard-dagger on his hip. The one in his arm is getting pushed so that it appears on the surface of his wrist as well. He wants it to be very clear where the shards are. </div></div>