<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;">Those are *quite* the awesome goodies, more interesting than the typical bundles of bonus XP. I'll certainly put mine to good use, heh.  <img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Dagnyr lingered at the entrance for a few moments, watching the vanara alternate between peering and darting inside. While he could trust most to simply move out of his way, vanara tended to be stubborn and arrogant enough to not be the least intimidated by a gnoll, especially when they had fellows around them. Instead, he waited until one darted in once more and used the opening the slip inside the ale tent, squeezing past the elf and human couple with an 'excuse me.'<br/><br/>What he found came as little surprise to the paladin - yet another rowdy Prometan drinking game, though it seemed to be winding down. There was a drow slumped forward onto the table, a dwarf who seemed heavily inebriated, and a human girl who, surprisingly, seemed to have won from the congratulations she was getting. He smiled to himself, impressed, few people could drink a dwarf under the table, much less a<span style="font-style: italic">Prometan</span>one. He made his way over to the table, clapping slowly and deliberately.<br/><br/>"An excellent show by all involved," he announced, an official tone to his voice. "My heartfelt congratulations to the fine lass who won. Now, the<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>big show is due to occur in less than a quarter of an hour so if you fine ladies and gents could be nice and quiet for that it'd be<span style="font-style: italic">much</span>appreciated."