"Gods damn it..." The monk leans forward on his chair, pressing his knuckles against his temples in frustration. His first instinct is to chase down and pummel the bard... but even that smarmy guy wouldn't have been able to spread the word that quickly. "All of 'em?<em>Dammit.</em>"<br/><br/>The monk looks around the room at the other adventurers, attempting to gauge them as competition. He doubts  that he'll need to worry- every man is entitled to his hubris, after all- but it never hurts to take a look. Besides, the monk might have an idea to try and scare some of these other folks away, if he has to go that far.<br/><br/>"Well, we've got our work cut out for us, then." The monk leans close to the halfling over his stew, and lowers his voice. "Let these other fools worry about lookin' for pieces of rock. We've got ta focus on the job we've already taken; an' I'm thinkin' we're gonna want to have us a chat with this bandit before they tie a rope around his neck. Once we get done there, I say we go check out a lead that I picked up yesterday. An' if we get a chance along the way, I'll try an' fill ya in on what happened yesterday, and answer questions like I promised."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Perception Check </div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+10= 11 ((wah wah waaaaah)) :P<br/></div></div>