Marric's stomach roils as the strange vision fades away, and he feels his skin grow cold as his own icy chi begins to roll through his body like a river. Normally, the monk would try to shake off the anger... but something tells him that drawing on the fury and pummeling the snake-headed man into a fresh grave will suit him just fine in this instance.<br/><br/>"Yea... I'm good. I...eh... I think I just figured out what that bandit fella is up to. He's suckin' the life outta all those virgins an' drinkin' it into himself."<br/><br/>With a sad / angry shake of his head, Marric looks to both the elf and the halfling. He doesn't know the women being sacrificed... but you don't have to be a paladin to sense the sheer wrongness of the snake-man's actions.<br/><br/>"It's time to go on a snake hunt. Lissu, I ain't gonna ask you to come along with me if ya don' think it's safe." The monk shrugs and inclines his head towards both women in a polite bow. "But if ya do, know that I'll look out for ya as best I can. Unfortunately, I learned last time that that's all I can really offer..."