The monk chuckles at the bartender's comment, resisting the urge to chide the other man for not standing up for his help. Most rational people tend to avoid picking fights with a squad of armored goons, after all.<br/><br/>"You show me a fighter who says that luck don' play no part in his victories, an' I'll show you a liar." The monk says, giving the bartender a conspiratorial wink. "Though it also don' hurt that I was able to keep the thing's tusks out o' the fight."<br/><br/>He follows the other man over to the bar and takes a seat on the stool, pulling out the bounty posters and laying them out on the counter as he settles in.<br/><br/>"Alrighty... I think that I hit all of these now. Gobbies are out o' the mines, the boar is out o' the hills, and the mage got his flowers." He taps each bounty as he speaks, and looks up to see what's left on the bounty boards as he does so. "I'm thinkin' that's about all I can fit in one day, yea? But what've you got for me for tomorrow?"