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Sorry for the lack of post my computer finally decided to die so my posting may be limited for a while.

Zvet nods at Dane and preceded to do as he said.
Round 9:Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Round 10:Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
round 11:Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Round 1:Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Zvet remains quiet as they walked along trying to keep not of everything he sees. As the maze shifts, his face becomes more serious. "The high ground may be good for getting away from the rat if we assume they can't climb up but if they can we could just be chased further away from camp and cornered. That said we also have no guarantee that the other way will lead us back. I could probably make it up to the ledge if we decide to go up that way. Can these things climb?"

The monk was about to accept the mans challenge, but was beaten to it by one of the other niners, the half-orc. but even so he is still looking forward to seeing the fight ready to observe the two fight, and study their moves for when he may go up.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
And is too focused on them to notice Ollie's whispers.

The Monk Sits quietly still unsure whats going on and trying to piece things together. After the little toast he leans in close to the person next to him. "Who or what are runners? and why are we greenies?"

A well built man with wild and unkempt features walks out with the others, a hand on his head trying to clear the fog in his mind. "What's going on?

Heres the monks Alias.