Al heard the monk grumbling while he dug into his meal. "Perhaps, Brother Tanner, you would do well to have fun in more normal ways. Maybe if you found a way to have fun without someone's severed limb you might have more success." The stew is surprisingly good. He would have to compliment the kitchen staff. The thought is broken off as the single most pure being he has ever seen wanders in. She seems to fairly radiate innocence; he is so awed that the spoon drops from his gauntleted hand with a clang. Startled from his gaping, he recovers his wits. Truly, this girl was the epitome of all he aimed to protect.