Marric is a little bit startled to feel the halfling's lips on his cheek; but he's certainly not about to complain about it. She's a pretty little thing, and so far she has definitely shown that she's a capable friend to have on hand in a fight. With a smile, the monk puts a hand on the halfling's shoulder and shakes his head.<br/><br/>"Oh, I ain't tryin' ta chase ya away, Lissu. Just tryin' to look out, an' make sure that we don' get fooled a second time."<br/><br/>With that, the monk waves farewell to the Elfie, and with a gentle squeeze of Lissu's fingers the two set off down the southbound road.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It's pretty obvious when they reach their destination; just like the thief had said, it looks like an old logging town that found itself the object of a particularly nasty raid. Almost immediately, Marric's posture changes, becoming more defensive as the monk's eyes scan the area, looking to spot any threats before they spot him and his companion...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception rolled a 17+11= 28</div></div>