Marric stands for a moment, catching his breath and checking his wounds after his little spat with the goblins. Real quickly, he gives the bodies a once-over in hopes of finding the key, or something else that might help him even the odds against the squad of goblins gathered right outside the door.<br/><br/>"I'm trash, huh?" he calls back over the goblins' bodies. "See, I don' know about that. Y'all got me outnumbered five ta one, and I can't be sure that you'll keep your word. How do I know we'll be on even ground if I accept your duel, huh?"<br/><br/>He is wary around the wounded goblin as he looks it over... he has no intention of coup-de-grasing a wounded foe, but he's not about to take it lightly either. The thing could still try to stab him while he checks for a key.<br/><br/>"Also, if I beat you, does that make<em>me</em>boss an'<em>you </em>trash?"