As they were about to start off, various people began to climb onto the wolfs back for a ride. Takal's mind was elsewhere however. His mind kept drifting back to the monestary and whether his grandfather was ok and if the dwarves would aid them. He looks down at his hands turning them over looking over the gloves he wears.<span style="font-style: italic">What is this that i have come to rely on material components to aid myself. How far have i strayed from my code since i left? No more!</span>He rips the glowing amulet from his neck and throws it to the ground. He removes his gloves and tosses them aside. He takes out his weapons and lets them clatter to the ground, so that all he has is his basic survival equipment. He gets down on one knee. "I do now hereby reinstate my vow of poverty, just as those of my clan did long before me. Never again shall i rely on magic items or petty riches to better myself." He says quietly to himself. Almost immediately he begins to feel a new power surging through him. The power that the ancient ones had from relinquishing there desires for magical items and material possessions. "Today" he says aloud. "I am a new man."