[center][h3]Kelvin[/h3][/center]

It was painful. Men seemed to crash in on all sides, breaking the safety of the clearing and leaving it shattered like sharp glass. Luckily, he was packed. Kelvin snatched up two of the packages the gnome had made in either hand, and booked it. He didn’t pause- he wasn’t a Paladin.

Even so, he could feel stabbing pain in his gut- the jerk of leaving behind an ally. Carver had only his sword, his shield, and the blessing of a god to make it through. Brave man, likely a dead one. Kelvin couldn’t take the time to look back, just muttering a small offering for the man.

[b][color=DodgerBlue]”Go Paladin, a man born of plight to fight through sin. 
Never fall, listen to the child’s call.
Go my kin. No amount of steel can hide your heart of tin.
Enemies may maul, but a hero stands tall.
 Come Paladin, dance for heaven’s ball.”[/color][/b]

He wasn’t quite sure where he knew it from, but it was an appropriate lyric for the situation. Kelvin did little as they slowed. Constant running would leave a man tired. [b][color=DodgerBlue]”I didn’t know you were a believer, merchant.”[/color][/b] Kelvin glanced at the man. [b][color=DodgerBlue]”Odd.”[/color][/b] He wasn’t really that interested. Kelvin glanced about, beginning to count heads.