Varius had been at the temple of Bahamut, praying the night of the revels. The man kneeled before an alter of his deity and prayer. "Bahamut, my mighty god. Allow us to live throughout this journey. For it will be a dangerous one. I have given my dedication, time, and efforts for as long as I can remember, in enforcing your law on the people and the evils of this world since I first became a paladin. I swear in not changing my ways." Varius would look up at the ceiling, almost trying to peer through to see his god. "Dragon King....grant us success in living as well as any battles that cross us." The man brought his hand up to his forehead, making a hand sign and bringing it up above his head. He stood up, making his way to the exit. As he got there, he took his sword from the radiant weapon rack and strapped it onto his back. As he walked outside, he pulled his hood over his head, making his way to his hut to sleep. He was going to need it.<br/><br/>Varius would wake up early and tore down his tent, rolling it up, placing it in his bag that he'd pull on his back. He looked as an old woman walked up to him. "Thank you for letting me use your tent while me and my companions stayed her, ma'am." The old woman nodded with a smile. The paladin kept his hood up as he gathered with his group to start their venture to the clearing. As they made it, Varius glanced to look around at the magical ruins. He grumbled to himself a moment with a small knapsack on his back. He read his libram and looked around with his peripheral vision. "Or maybe it's a temple..." He shrugged lightly, as he spoke of what HE wanted it to be also. "We shouldn't think or want it to be anything. We should simply be prepared for whatever it is and if there's anything hostile inside." The man put simply, his hood giving him an intimidating presence to some.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>