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Chuckling again the Monk replies "All in good fun, no harm ment m'lady" bowing deeply. "And I think left would be a prudent choice" Munchin adds as an afterthought.

Laughing quietly to himself, Munchin reaches back and retrieves his Jug once more, popping the cork out before handing it over to the dwarf. "It's poison" the Monk says in response, which really isn't that far from the truth, he thinks to himself.

Munchin goes over the argument in his head, as he uncorks his Clay Jug a takes a short gulp. Recorking and replacing the Jug he says, "I saw we push further in, as long as we keep a weathered eye behind us and listen for movement I think we should be fine. Though I would not envy fighting a two...

Munchin nods in agreement to the order, then walks past Hans in a daze, not even registering the torches, completely immersed in his own world.

"I will help where I am needed" Munchin states. "If you have need of me in the rear in order to refresh our fighters, in the rear I shall be." With that, the Monk inclines his head slightly in a small bow.

After unpacking Munchins sets up his bedroll a little further away from the main group. Upon completing his task, he stolls a ways further from the group, no out of earshot but just far enough to give himself the illusion of being alone. The monk lies down on the hard and comforting ground and...

Munchin glanced up at the sound of the dwarf's voice "My thanks to you good sir" he said as the dwarf sat next to him. "I think I am a little drunk as well, I never could hold my liquor very well, though I do enjoy it." As he says this he takes another swig of his Clay Jug, completely forgetting...

Not upset :P. I was just showing his personality. By the way he isn't always staggeringly drunk, most of the time he is tipsy, but I completely understand the lack of trust he gives off, he just feels that that barrier shouldn't be there even tho it is completely justified :D

OOC: I don't care either way, though Munchin is a more reliable character than most even tho he is a drunk. If our group gets into a tight spot he wouldn't run away, he'd fight to the best of his ability to protect his group and would probably sacrifice himself to ensure that they got away...

Munchin, carrying all of his worldly possesions already on his body, indicates that he is ready to leave.

"Clearly you have not witnessed a Monk in battle, and even though I may indugle a few times, do not underestimate my prowess." Munchin states blunty, his pale blue eyes flashing fiercely. "Perfection in mind and body far outweighs the swing of a sword, perhaps one day you may come to see the...

"Hmmm...You could be right there. Though if suddenly they lost their queen, it cold be like a baby cub losing it's mother. They might be completely helpless without the constant pressence and leadership of their queen. I do wish that I knew more about them.

"What I meant is that we should try to pick our fights to where our opponents do not outnumber ourselves if at all possible. Three to one or two to one, even three to three would br ok. I dont think that we want to fight more than our number though. We could run the risk of letting one slip...

"By all means!" Exclaimed the overjoyed Monk. Waiving, he called the attention of the barmaid and indicated the request for the dwarf. He then turned to the third member of their newly formed party. Ahh good a healer, perhaps the most important person in our little group here. he contemplated...

A slight knock on Munchin's door rouses him. A voice soon follows, explaining the inturruption of the rest, "Your employer has sent me to fetch you, he seems to be holding a meeting." As the Monk listnened to the recceding footfalls he stretches slowly, making sure to extend his muscles as far...

Krit draws his rapier and also stands over the Koblold, ready to strike if things get out of hand.

Krit scratches the slight stubble on his chin for a few moments, pondering the response, the replies "Seems fair enough to me." satisfied with the decision.

Rolling his bedroll and packing it away in his travelers pack Krit remarks, "Are we to wait to further our march until we have questioned the Kobold? Also, what is to be done with him after he gives us the information we desire?" as his fingers play along the new scorch marks and burnt holes in...

Munchin zones out for a majority of the journey, thinking and contemplating the actions that he took to lead him to where he was. Occasionally he would take a sip from his jug, then stare at his hands as he clenched and unclenched them. Upon arriving, Munchin stumbled getting out of the wagon...

Munchin reaches for Dorrin's hand and laughs as he winks knowingly and the grey elf. "My weapons are with me always as is my armor." Munchin reaches the top of the wagon and thanks Dorrin, continuing, "Many do not seem them until it is absolutely necessary." The Monk then turns to his helper. "I...