"Are you guys all right?" I asked, checking on the monks.
"If I say no, would you believe me?" The abbot retorted. I nodded.
"Yeah. Um, what happened? I'll call an ambulance right away." I then turned to the milling monks, gesturing for them to gather. "Those of you who are unwounded and know first aid, please help! Your abbot is wounded…"
"I was being sarcastic." The abbot sighed and shook his head, waving his loyal monks and disciples away. He looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry. It's been a long day and I'm irritable. These injuries won't kill me. Furthermore, you are our savior, so that was rude of me. I am very sorry. I should be grateful to you for saving our lives and protecting our treasure, yet I was…"
"It's all right," I assured him. "I would probably be in a bad mood too if someone tried to rob me and then murder me when I refused to hand my treasure over."
