[color=007236][center][h1]Culmith Woodhaven[/h1][/center][/color]

	As Culmith stepped through the gates of Haven, he couldn't help but be excited. Founder's day was a day where he could forget how the gods had scorned all mortals and left them to die. It was a day where he could fool around and have fun without a sense of dread creeping into every activity. Raised in a small village miles from the nearest civilization, he was used to keeping his head on a swivel for any intrusion of monsters or bandits alike. As he stood just inside the gate, a few regarded him with strange looks. Culmith ignored them and continued to think about how he could celebrate this day. He ultimately decided to go to a tavern and have a bit of fun. As he walked towards a respectable looking tavern, he saw a temple, and did his best to hide his disgust. These days, he didn't dare reveal his nihilism, for fear that those who supported the gods would scorn him and even kill him. And Culmith didn't intend to die anytime soon.