"That's it" the Monk mumbled, once again being beaten up and abandoned by his ex-firend sleep, "If I can't sleep, I might as well be ignored by my comrades."
Shuffling downstairs, Ral, hopeing to look somewhat sympathedic, did what one of his monastic order is required to do at least once a day, slump down into what hopefuly was a chair, and try to ignore the stinging pain that all but raidated from his brused and worn body. Suffice it to say, his hangover was the least of the Monk's worries.
