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Just inside the gates of the Gilded City stood a giant, hooded figure, as motionless as the stone for which he was named. Pitanios couldn't help but gaze in wonder at the gold and marble structures that seemed to touch the very heavens themselves. [b][i][color=ed1c24]"If this little adventure doesn't work out, I think I might just stay here,"[/color][/i][/b] he thinks to himself. [color=ed1c24][b][i]"If the people here have so much gold that they can afford to waste it on the sides of their houses, imagine what the insides of their purses look like!"[/i][/b][/color] Beginning to make his way through the city and moving with surprising quietness for a being over six and a half feet tall, Pitanios attempts to subtly choose his next target. Apparently, however, he wasn't subtle enough. Every time his gaze fell on someone for what he felt was just a fraction of a second, they noticed and crossed the street. 

Pitanios eventually abandons his attempts at some quick cash and instead turns his attention to the gilded carvings on the buildings of creatures he had never even seen before. While he he had yet to learn what life in this city was really like, it was without a doubt, the most beautiful place he had ever seen. There was absolutely no comparing it to his home town, which was little more than a collection of dilapidated houses and hastily constructed shacks posing as shops. After a couple of hours of wandering aimlessly, the hulking dragonborn happens to stumble upon a group of monks waiting in front of what seemed to be a temple. He approaches the group with the most charming smile one could muster with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. [color=fff200]"Hello gentlemen,"[/color] the words flow rich and smooth from his mouth like molten chocolate, [color=fff200]"I heard you're in need of a hero?"[/color]

((OOC: Does chocolate exist in this world))