"I'll keep that in mind," Marric says as he gathers up his remaining posessions, and tips his head towards the shopkeeper respectfully. "If all goes well, you an' I will likely be seein' a lot of each other."<br/><br/>He allows himself one last curious look at the box in the man's hand before heading out into the city streets, moving towards the mage's tower.<br/><br/>From there, it all goes quickly... the doors open wide for him, ushering him into what could almost pass for a lawmaker's offices, and he has a moment to pick up the little details before the back wall slides open, and he's joined by... someone, at least.<br/><br/>"Oh... um... Mornin'." Uncertain of just who he's addressing, he leaves off his usual title of "sir" or "ma'am," for the moment at least. Though his eyes travel up and down the elf's form at least once, trying to spot anything in particular that might help him figure his new companion out. "I brought y'all somethin' like twelve of those moon-blossom flowers y'all needed, and was hopin' to trade those in before headin' off to pick a fight with the local boar..."<br/><br/>He gives the elf an easy smile, though he'd be lying if he said that the concept of charging in to fight a boar that everyone's afraid of doesn't make him a<em>little</em>nervous.<br/><br/>"Y'all<em>are</em>still buyin', right?"