As Marric looks himself over, he suddenly becomes quite happy that there's not a mirror about. It would be most disheartening to look upon his own corpse, he imagines...<br/><br/>But for now, he has bigger fish to fry than his own vanity, and he turns his attention to the door. How did the jailer keep these guys away? Surely, it would know who is and isn't allowed in... otherwise it would be a silly guard dog.<br/><br/>So, curious, the monk shambles (well, imitation shambles- he's not too practiced at it yet) towards the door, and cracks it open to stare at the men outside with dull, dead eyes.<br/><br/>"Hhaargh..." he mutters... Did the zombie thing talk? Maybe it would close the door if they weren't supposed to be here... Figuring it's worth a shot, the monk looks at them a moment longer, and then does just that, latching the door back into place in a clear denial of entry...