Mar gives a look of disgust.
"Naw, wouldn't want you to stink up such a nice cloak with womp rat bood. (It's hard to tell if he's showing genuine concern for your cloak or just being sarcastic, but you suspect its probably the latter.) "I'm sure we can come up with something else. If worst comes to worst, maybe we can just skewer them all onto a big stick!" He guffaws, and goes back to beheading womp rats with reckless abandon.