Marric disregards the gasps from the goblins- after all, he<em>did</em>warn them- but pays a good deal more attention to the cries and shouting coming from above.<br/><br/>"Shit..." The martial artist murmurs, eyes casting around him in the darkness. To fight here is suicide... he wouldn't even be able to see his foes! However, if he goes back, he's going to find himself in a room full of guaranteed unfriendlies, possible unfriendlies, and corpses.<br/><br/>Still, after a few moments of thought, the room where he can actually see to defend himself is a much more desirable position than standing alone in a tunnel and waiting to get shivved by a scrap-metal wielding goblin. So, the monk beats a hasty, tactical retreat.<br/><br/>"Come an' get me, boys!" he calls out as he slams the door shut, turning his attention to the prisoners once more.<br/><br/>"Fellas, looks like a change of plans... your friends with the keys may be coming to visit me instead of making me go looking for them."<br/><br/>As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the monk readies himself for the incoming charge.<em>This may be a very short adventuring career. Again. </em>