"Good. Keep your eye on him, and don' let that wound get any worse. Y'hear me?" Marric meets the blue-tattooed goblin's eyes, and stands to face the red goblins.<br/><br/>"Alright, y'all. Big Red is down, an' I got his little glowing crystal thingy. So, the question is..." Marric steps forward, planting a foot on the unconscious goblin's chest. "Y'all gonna honor his agreement, or y'all want to step up an' throw down a challenge o' your own? Either way, we're gonna have us a lot less of a goblin problem in this here mine..."<br/><br/>The monk's words are cold, and he makes sure to meet each and every goblin's eyes as he speaks. He means what he says, too... he has a job to do, and he'll do it with as few casualties as possible. But he's also not going to give these guys any chance to second guess him, either.<br/><br/>"Your call."