"You hold onto it, hon. I couldn' use it no matter how hard I tried, I'll betcha." The monk smiles at her companion and then moves over to one of the barrels, hefting it across the ground to try and get a sense for just how much it ways. "If nothin' else, I'm thinkin' we could have a nasty little surprise for the next thing that tries ta get the drop on us."<br/><br/>With a smile, and a grunt of effort, the monk hefts the barrel up off the ground and onto her shoulder, feeling her muscles strain beneath the weight.<br/><br/>"Though if it works like I'm hopin', you'll be able ta tell your friends that you've seen a monk cast fireball by the time all is said an' done."<br/><br/>Moving a bit slower now with the barrel balanced as precariously as it is, Maria turns and grunts her way back through the door, taking the lead and heading deeper down the as-of-yet unexplored hallway ahead of them...