"I'm gonna have to go find a puppy to kick or somethin', lest people forget I'm just a bounty hunter..." Marric's words are gruff, but her voice can't hide her pleasure at the general positive responses she's gotten from the people in the town. "An' I can see that. Ya walk the line well enough that you could probably convince people one way or t'other with a word, so it's no surprise that people would get used to it over time."<br/><br/>For a few moments, the monk just sits there, holding the mage and enjoying the silence... but inevitably, she turns her eyes back out the window, and remembers the other bounties she has yet to claim. And she's going to have to keep busy for a while, too, because the inn-keeper isn't likely to recognize her in this form...<br/><br/>"Well, I know I have more work ta do today... but if ya like, I'd be happy to keep ya company any time, at least as long as I'm in town. No sense in bein' bored and lonely all day." She grins, and pokes the elf's ribs. "I'll even let ya use me as a guinea pig, if needed. Just don't try to mate me with a slug or nothin' like that..."