The monk runs a hand over his close-cropped brown hair, trying to make sense of the events of the day so far. What was supposed to be a simple job- chase 'em all out- had turned into a wounded kid, goblins who need clothes, and an unconscious big-wig that he still had to figure out how to handle. Plus, there are supposedly more goblins coming, and his ki is drained from channeling ice into his kicks...<br/><br/>"Alright, lets start here." Marric removes his shirt and hands it to the first of the green-tattooed goblins, and then moves over and starts doling out the leather armors down the line. If he needs more, he can probably go back and collect the leather armors from the goblin fighters he'd beaten, as well... but the first step is definitely to get the little women into a more comfortable position.<br/><br/>Once he runs out of armors, plus his shirt, he'll take another look over the goblin women to check and see if any of them are still stuck in the nude.