"Ya never know. One o'<em>them</em>may very well be a princess, an' then you'd feel a bit silly." He steps back, making sure the boy is settled on the bed and looking around the room. He's got no problems taking "winnings" from an opponent after he's fallen, but taking the rags from a slave's corpse just seems... wrong. "Hrm. Do they all need to have unique clothes, do ya know? And do those little leather armor suits count?"<br/><br/>Out of curiosity, he looks over the room... some things he'll need to take, and some he'll need to leave. The gems... well, they'd fetch a pretty penny, and the locals hadn't mined them. But on the other hand, part of the whole reason he was hired was to help get the mine back to the locals, and to steal from the mine is basically stealing from his employers in the monk's mind. Which is a big no-go.<br/><br/>"Ladies, Y'all just put that stuff down and hold tight. Trust me when I tell y'all that you're gonna be free sooner rather'n later, I just gotta figure out how to do it an' follow y'alls rules."