Marric watches the woman go with a faint smile still on her lips. Can't win 'em all... but at least you can make sure you that other people don't get mired down by your failures. Granted, that doesn't make the failure any easier to handle... but no matter. Done is done.<br/><br/>"Eh..." Marric tilts her head to the side. That might have been the "condition" the other woman was talking about. Well, her male form had lain with women in the past... and she's not sure if her tryst with the elf affects her female form. "I don' think so, no."<br/><br/>She shrugs and follows the man out, idly testing her wrists against the bonds. She'll have to figure out just what the repercussions of telling the "truth" would be, but for now she's kind of stuck one way or another.<br/><br/>"I'll give credit where credit's due... you're a good opponent." The monk chuckles and follows the man as best she can, and a smirk plays across the corners of her lips. "I'm lookin' forward to the rematch..."