Marric eyes the men behind him, and turns his grin back on the man before him.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I seem ta remember you tellin' me that I'd get 'somethin' in turn,' rather'n tellin' me I can ask ya a question." The monk shrugs, and begins to swirl the dice in his cup casually. Still, there's a good deal to be said for a single truthful answer from this man... if his word is good. "Well, I tell ya what... I'm gonna sit on my question for now, an' we'll play us a second round. Once we're all said an' done, we can both collect what we're owed. Sound fair?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, he slams the cup back down against the dirt, and tilts his body to make sure the men behind him aren't looking over his shoulder. Let them think he's worried about cheating, and not thinking about which one's legs he'll have to break first if this gets ugly.<br/><br/>"Alrighty... I'm gonna attack this round."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dice rolls came up two attacks (3,3), two defends (4, 5), and a blank (6). </div></div>