Maria watches him go, and a smirk dances across her lips for the briefest of moments before she turns her attention to the limp form of the halfling on the floor.<br/><br/>"Oi, now... Why'd ya have to go an' run ahead, Lissu?" With a sigh, the monk kneels down and prods at the little woman's belly, gently trying to coax her back to the waking world. For a moment, she finds herself flushing with a desire to wake her a little bit more... spicily... but she chases the thought out of her mind.<em>Not the place or time.</em><br/><br/>"C'mon... lets get ya up." The monk's eyes cast about the room for a key to the halfling's bonds, hoping to find an easier way to break her free than actually attempting to sunder the chains by hand. "I've got ya here..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception: 1d20+11= Nat 1... sadfaise.</div></div>