<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Perception Check (1d20 + 7): 11 + 7 = 18; Pass<br/>Knowledge Religion is Untrained; Fail<br/>Sense Motive Check (1d20 + 5): 7 + 5 = 12; Pass</div></div></div><br/><br/>As Celaire stands there staring out into the crowd she's able to pick out a few Aurain priests and priestesses, and for a moment her spirits rise. However, they soon fall again as she realizes that she has no clue which one of them is the high priestess. Religion never was her strong suit back in school. Not her wizard classmates particularly cared for it much either.<br/><br/>The alchemist is about to give a disappointed sigh as she feels the man's elbow connect with her back, causing the breath to come out much more quickly. Before she knows it, the man has his arm around her and whispers in her ear. "Wah, buh?" she replies at first, taking a moment to process what's happening. "What do you want?" she whispers back frantically, but more because of the fear of Angel emerging than because of the man himself. "This... this really isn't a good time."