The monk is faster than the dwarf by a long shot, but she doesn't lash out just yet. Instead, she just moves so that he'll<em>have</em>to try and force his way past her to get out the door, and prepares herself to wrestle him to the ground should he so much as try it.<br/><br/>"I don' really care about anythin' that yer takin' from the dead, to be honest..." The monk smirks and cracks her knuckles. She's never been shy about claiming her 'trophies' from foes she'd beaten, after all, and as the man had said- the dead have no use for swords. "But you've been rootin' around in here, an' I'm thinkin' you can tell me somethin' useful about what happened here. See, I already got me an idea of what's been goin' on, but I really would prefer it if you didn't just go an' run off with anythin' I might find useful when I go to find the bastards that did all this mess..."