Marric's hands come up in a defensive posture, palms exposed even as the bracelet slides down his- her?- wrist.<br/><br/>"Wasn't sayin' you were. Just pointing out that as far as surprises go, this one could certainly have turned out worse for me." The monk's lips split into a nervous grin, and he goes over the list of "rules" that Elfie had just passed on. "OK. Black is normal, white is workin', and don't take it off. I think I can keep to that..."<br/><br/>The monk takes one last look in the reflective surface, reaching down to fiddle with the strings on the plain cloth tunic he wears to make room for the... more recent additions to his body. Once he can breathe again without feeling like the shirt is going to fall apart, he turns his attention to the Elf once more.<br/><br/>"Any other rules I should no about, or any other work that ya have for me before I go? I still have me a date with a boar, an' then with some goblins."