Damn. That could be a problem. Not so much the jailer or the guards, but the way the man had set everything up. The man's words had given Marric the chills, but she can also acknowledge the advantage she could gain by playing towards his men's... more base desires.<br/><br/>"Alright..." The monk says, idly reaching down to twist the bracelet on her wrist. If she plays her cards too soon, she's going to have no information and more people will be in danger... but if she doesn't do something soon, none of it might even matter. "Alright. What else can y'all tell me? I need as much information as I can get..."<br/><br/>She looks over her shoulder at the doorway, and a frown creases her forehead. This is going to be a tighter play than she had imagined.<br/><br/>"Does anyone know where he takes those who haven't had 'their share o' fun?' "