"H-uh..." Once the monk makes it to the other side, he turns and tips his nonexistent hat to the women in the cage. "Alright, Ladies... If I were a fan o' bad puns, I'd tell ya to sit tight. But as it is, I'll just repeat my promise... I'll be back for ya as soon as possible. Gods willin', yer all goin' home."<br/><br/>The monk gives them a crooked smile... and with another crack of his knuckles, he strides through the door into the next room. His guard is up, and his eyes cast about anxiously to find the "jailer."<br/><br/>"Oi... I thought brothels were s'posed ta have a Madame. The service here is terrible..."