Marric immediately tenses up when he hears the blast... but he gratefully allows his guard to drop when he recognizes Lissu. Well, at least a little bit... he's a sight less at ease when he realizes that the woman is flanked by a couple of faces he's not seen before.<br/><br/>"Ha. I'm thinkin' that the bandits are wishin' that was more true." The monk flashes the woman a crooked grin, and tips his non-existent hat to the men.<em>I need to get me a good hat once this job is done...</em>"Evenin', fellas."<br/><br/>At last, the monk allows himself to feel the fatigue of the day, and sinks down to a crouch. It's a bit less exposed than sitting, but it allows him to post his body weight on his knees and give his muscles a brief rest.<br/><br/>"I sent that sword fella a message, so we definitely ain't done yet... but if you're willin', I think now is a good time ta head back to town an' get some rest. It's been a long day... an' we got some stuff ta chat about."<br/><br/>The monk figured that he would share the information he'd learned with the halfling mage as soon as he got a chance... but for some reason, he isn't too keen on trusting the two new faces with the details of the bounty just yet. In fact, he's studying them carefully to see if he should be trusting them at all...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sense Motive check:<br/>1d20+11= 25</div></div>