"Lookit that, an offer fer a 'dance' already." With what she hopes is a suitably coy grin, the monk starts walking towards the door that the man mentioned. She notes the man with the dagger coming her way, and the third man who goes running off towards the building's entrance... but she doesn't shake or falter. One step, and then the next. With the invisible halfling<em>hopefully</em>at her heels, the monk's main focus right now is getting the doors open without drawing a hundred angry thieves down on her head. And if that means playing up the part, then Marric will string the bowman along as far as she has to.<br/><br/>"Alright fella... why don't you come on down an' show me in? I mean, you're not gonna make me walk through this scary-lookin' building all by myself, are ya?" Marric frowns up in the bowman's direction, as if she really is worried about something happening. Of course, she's kind of hoping for just that... but it won't do to let the guard know that. "I'd be so worried for my... ah... virtue..."