[color=007236]'Hurry! Hurry!"[/color] the goblin tugged at Tobias' arm, trying his hardest to pull him towards Yashar's tower. [color=007236]"Mashter livesh in that tower. He will tell you what you need to know. We mushn't wait!"[/color] Several people outside the bar shot Tobias rather dirty looks, if only because he was a half-dwarf walking through a city full of monsters. It wasn't unheard of, but typically people like Tobias were either extremely high up in honor, or slaves to some kind of warlord. Tobias, being neither, wasn't exactly fitting in with the crowd all that well. 

If Tobias cared to look, he would notice a flyer on the side of a building that read [b]"The Paladin Protectorate. Now accepting the application of monsters. Headed by J. Light. Apply today at your local department!"[/b] If one thing was for sure, paladins really enjoyed overly-complicated systems for running things. It was more akin to how slowly a DBPV would run. Not only that, but they despised all forms of demonic powers and undead, oftentimes going out of their way to wipe out entire encampments of vampires and leaving no survivors. Hell, sometimes in the cities you'd see a paladin smashing a hammer into the face of a commoner under the vague claim they were a necromancer or that they practiced necromancy. They accepted goblins, though, despite no goblin ever obtaining a higher rank than a backup-squad leader.