To relieve the general monotony, we headed for a volcano where supposedly a lot of adventurers tried their chances. We went into the caves, and eventually got attacked by what I can only describe as Drunken Potato Monsters. They were vaguely goo-esque in that I got both hands stuck in one, and one foot stuck in another. Good news about being a monk: it's hard to misplace your weapons. Bad news: it's _really_ inconvenient when your weapons get stuck.