C'mon, Beau. Monks were DPS, not tanks. Everybody knew that.

"You'd fit right in with my family," Verity said. "We see scars like birthdays. Signs of survival to fight another day." She looked around. "Okay, but what if we didn't have this talk in the middle of the street. C'mon. The apartment isn't far and you can fill me in on what went down?"

While getting fed and possibly patched up.