[hider=#1 Idiot Paladin]
[center][color=FFDEAD][h3]Nobody's Favorite[/h3][/color][/center]
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[color=FFDEAD][b]"...Were there THIS many people last night?"[/b][/color] Vani asked himself aloud, muttering a bit as the fledgling paladin emerged from his slumber. Clutching his sword against his chest with his shield tightly strapped to his arm, Vani had slept through the night with every possession he had in the world contained in his pockets and hands. It was a sad existence to some, especially since one of those was a half empty bottle of cheap wine, but...

No actually, that was just sad. His mind raced with all the possibilities that 250 gold pieces could present. That was like...add 50...carry the 4...

It was a lot more gold than he ever made smithing swords. That's all he knew. A LOT more, considering he'd never even seen a gold piece in his life with the cheap swords his dad had him making. 

But, regardless, the line was forming to get in and Vani didn't have the patience for crap like this. Especially when he saw some girl just blitz her way past and vault over one of the walls. He knew that people had already gone inside and were searching but...damn. He needed a way inside, and fast. And that's when he came to notice the woman attempting to squeeze on through a crack in the wall, and an idea struck him. And then it struck his shield. Raising his shield aloft, Vani would smirk as lightning began coursing through it. Divine power coursed through the simple metal shield.

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[color=FFDEAD][b]Goddess Lolan, grant me your might! With my faith and your storms, let the path be cleared!"[/b][/color] Vani would say, chewing the scene before he slammed his shield as hard as possible into the most damaged wall around, managing to clear it about halfway down its length; A perfect height for him to simply climb over and into the ruins. Smirking at his handiwork, Vani would hurry to lift himself up and over the wall, rolling to his feet inside the ruins. A smirk crossed his lips as he exclaimed: [color=FFDEAD][b]"Lifetime of mead and good inns, here I come,"[/b][/color] before bolting off at a pace that betrayed his actual strength. He may seem a fool to most...because he is...but there was no denying that he compensated adequately with his strength. Ancient ruins with infinite archaeological value were not comparable to a fat sack of gold in his eyes.

[color=FFDEAD][i]"Hehe...I bet that showed 'em. I gotta hurry, before someone else nabs that secret. ...Maybe I can split it 50/50 with someone else and cover more ground,"[/i][/color] he thought as he began his search in earnest, eyes shining with a determination born of a need for good booze, coin, fine women, and preferably a very healthy amount of all three.[/hider]