The old gith stared mournfully into his beer glass. It wasn't nearly empty, but still he didn't drink."I had nearly half of my growth when my eyes *knew* their first monk," he said to the air."What in Khalas did you just say?" demanded the purple-furred halfling sitting on the next stool over, sputtering out part of the contents of her sixth tankard. "'My eyes knew...?' By the all the horny screwing devas, say it in Planespeak, you sodding, pretentious ass! Gods, I hate giths."