Marric arches an eyebrow at the man that walks through the door... he certainly ain't the prettiest face the gods put on this plane, that's for certain. But he's straightforward, and that at least the monk has to respect.<br/><br/>"Well, damn. An' here I was thinkin' my pretty face and tits would be enough ta get you to tell me everythin' you know." The monk chuckles, and shakes her head- in mock exasperation at the man, and in a signal to the halfling  not to pounce yet. "Well, then... If you're not gonna underestimate me, then that just leaves us with one option."<br/><br/>The monk woman flips her shoulder-length hair back and grins, cracking her knuckles as flame dances up and down her shins.<br/><br/>" 'Course, when I beat you I'm gonna expect you ta answer some questions, big guy..."