Marric's guard instinctively rises when the doors close autonomously, and only drop when the wanderer realizes just how... drained... the elf woman looks. He figures she wouldn't have called him here after the day he'd gone through if it wasn't important... but the more she tells, the more the monk feels his jaw starting to slacken. Infernal presences, faeries, bandits... it's all a bit much to take in, though it certainly does fit the bill as to what he's been going through so far.<br/><br/>"Damn, Elfie..." He mutters when he sees the woman's hand... and before he can even think about it he's moved close to put a hand on her shoulder. "You're pretty good at stickin' your nose into boiling waters, huh?"<br/><br/>A shiver runs through the monk's spine as he looks at the woman's wounded hand, and he feels an icy rage creep through his gut. He may not care much for the whole hero scene, like she said... but he feels a bond to the elf, even if their tryst was a one-night stand. And he'll be damned if he's going to sit idly after seeing her hurt like that.<br/><br/>"I'll take your job, elf. And I'll tell you true... I'll break the thing that hurt ya in two." He takes a look at the vellum parchment for a moment, and remembers that the elf had actually tapped three specific marks. "Though I think I'm gonna go visit these bandits first. They're goin' to be looking for me around their drop-spots now that I sent out that challenge... but if you can tell me which mark is which, I can take tha fight right ta their main camp."<br/><br/>The sudden surge of adrenaline through his body makes the monk's hair stand on end... and impulsively, he leans over to kiss the androgynous elf on her forehead.<br/><br/>"I'll make my way out at dawn. You've been a big help, elf..."