Marric looks briefly at the magical items that Lissu finds, and shrugs.<br/><br/>"You take first pickings offa him, then." The monk smiles at her companion, and smacks her chest with the palm of her hand- triggering a wince. She should've remembered that she's not in male form right now... and that this form has different sensitivities than he's used to. "Gah... I'm less likely ta use it than you are, I'd wager..."<br/><br/>She divvies up the potions, one and one, and then shows Lissu the note before turning to the woman.<br/><br/>"I don' suppose you've got anythin' else you'd like ta mention, before we go our separate ways?" the monk tries to sound calming, but the thought of these cowards torturing folks doesn't really sit right with him. "You happen ta hear anything about a fort while they were holdin' ya?"<br/><br/><em>Tha trick will be if she doesn't... Maybe I could get tha person they're waitin' for ta give me a "ride." </em>