Marric arches an eyebrow at the halfling woman's response, and he spends a moment contemplating how to respond to her words. He's not exactly sure what it was he expected, but she definitely seems more reticent than he was expecting when he threw the offer out there. And that merits thinking about.<br/><br/>"Well, if ya feel like yer best off waitin' for a bit, I understand. I ain't too worried about havin' ta help you, since- like I said- you've helped me plenty over tha last couple o' days." The monk shrugs and moves over to plop down into a chair, finally letting the fatigue from their travels catch up with him. At least a little. "I'd say sleep on it. I ain't about ta tell you one way or tha other- it just ain't my place. I'll be honest, though- havin' two mages, an' that fancy book o' yours, could do this town a whole lot o' good if those jackasses decide they wanna come back an' try somethin' again. Though with me bein' banished, I think they'll have bigger fish ta fry..."