"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle..." The monk muses, looking through a crack in the door and extinguishing the lantern in his hand. From the looks of it, these goblins don't seem to be the favorites of the red-tattoed tribe... and why do they have a kid chained up with 'em?<br/><br/>Only one way to find out. Never really one for the sneaking around game, the monk pushes open the door and looks around for any of the better armed, "dangerous" goblins.<br/><br/>"Why do I get the feeling that y'all ain't the goblins I'm looking for?" The monk says aloud, realizing (too late) that it's still that of his female form. Oh well... may as well just run with it. "Let me guess... y'all dig up the stones so that Big Red can trade 'em for more fire-oils?"<br/><br/>He keeps his guard up, but unless he sees any of the "dangerous" goblins in the room, he'll walk straight over to the young boy, to get a look at the chains and maybe get some answers as to what's going on.