The monk stands over the fallen goblin, giving him a quick once over... and then lays his claim as the victor, taking shoes, boots, belt, sword, coins, and potions all. He leaves him his furs and other basic clothing, though. Might as well give the fellow<em>some </em>dignity.<br/><br/>With all his prizes in hand, the monk takes a moment to make sure the big goblin is securely chained and fastened, and then lifts him up as if her were a yoke in the fields.<br/><br/>"Ungh." He grunts, shifting the goblin to make the carry at least a little easier. "Lets get goin', folks. We got a ways to walk, an' this guy's probably achin' to get into his new bed in the jail..."<br/><br/>And with that, the monk will lead his rag-tag group of followers, with all of their "baggage" off towards the edge of the town.