<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">You are correct, sir!</div></div><br/>As the last of the faceless minions fall to the wrath of the Ratnician, peace is again restored in Hundun...albeit a peace punctuated by fire alarms, the clamor of emergency response teams hastening to help the injured citizens as best they can, and the thousand and ten sounds of general distress.<br/><br/>Into this valley of collateral damage, strolling around a corner with her hands in her pockets and an expression of utmost innocence on her freckled and somewhat plain face, is the last person any of you want to see in case of emergency.  Not even the single stalk of bamboo sticking out of her mouth, reinforcing the country bumpkin image she prefers, distracts you from a sense of alarm as Monkey strolls up to the three of you and smiles cheerfully.<br/><br/>"Hi, guys," she chirps.  "I miss anything fun?"<br/><br/>Her golden eyes take in the gate, the wreckage, the corpses.<br/><br/>"His Duke-itude wants you to debrief him.  Another couple of stones lit up while you were out.  We gonna pull a bit of overtime on this one."