Marric grunts as she is bodily lifted up off of the horse's back... but she doesn't do anything to hinder the man's lift either. No sense in antagonizing him when he's already said he has no plans to kill her yet. Though his second comment sparks a rather nasty realization in the back of her mind... she hadn't thought of that in the slightest.<br/><br/>And then it's onward, inward... into a cage, with a veritable harem of women. For some reason, Marric can't help but remember the goblin pits from the mines. And the distraction is probably for the better... after all, she can't afford to lose her straight face when he mentions that the lock is attuned to gender...<br/><br/>But that's a trick to hold onto for later. For now, she needs to try and get some answers... and there are a dozen mouths in the cage with her to give them.<br/><br/>"OI..." She says as the man walks away. "Who're all of you?"