the stone with which Monkey God filed his nails. As well he began memorizing the song. God's never do things randomly, therefore, it would behoove me to know this song of his, just in case. So many times in his life, it has been the “just in case”, that has come to his rescue.

Still wary of his neighbors, though becoming less so, as he watched them interact with one another, his eyes wandered to the two gentle souls at the waters edge, just up the river.

The sword hanging loosely by the side of that one he had seen being used in a most efficient manner. As for the other, there was something about her, which continued to hold his interest. He knows what he saw, and yet it is hard to believe this, unless? He would consult the orb. He had to be sure.

He had a natural distrust of mages and wizards, having fought against their baser tendencies for power too often in his past. In this assembled band at present, they seemed to be inline with everyone else. Nonetheless, he would be watching, as he always was.