The monk nods at the elf's musings... it certainly makes sense. The goblins had set off for war just because they had it... and they didn't even know what they were getting into. What would have happened if that old man had gotten his hands on the stone? Or somebody worse?<br/><br/>"Well, then, I guess I'd better be the one to get 'em. Or at least get rid of 'em..." The monk laughs, then turns her attention to the... other... matter at hand. "An' I don't know about "symptoms," but I'm kinda feelin' a little, um... hot under the belt."<br/><br/>The monk's skin flushes again, and she runs a hand through her short brown hair... Between the morning spent surrounded by naked bodies, her curiosity about the elf, and the sudden flush of heat, she's starting to feel like she may need to hide out in her room at the inn for a little bit once all is said and done...