<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;">Today's Spells:<br/><br/>1st:<br/><br/>Divine Favor<br/>Protection from Evil<br/>Hero's Defiance<br/><br/>2nd: <br/><br/>Resist Digestion<br/>Bull's Strength<br/><br/>3rd:<br/><br/>Holy Whisper</div></div></div><br/>The sheer<span style="font-style: italic">scale</span>of things would be hard to comprehend if it wasn't right there in front of his face. Dagnyr couldn't even begin to count the scores that filled Portal Square to the brim. It was an awe-inspiring sight, particularly when coupled with the beautiful twilight hues in the sky and the knowledge of what was so close at hand. It was an incredible set up for what would be a once in a lifetime event for all but the longest lived species and he while most might have felt a flutter of anxiety or fear, Dagnyr stood up straight, confident and excited. One of the many perks of Paladinhood was hearing the whispers of fear only ever so faintly,  able to shut it out when it's wise counsel turned to cowardice. Clarity of thought, even when looking death in the face. He knew, down to his core, that everything was going to go off smoothly and perfectly, as it always had as far as he could remember and he was proud to be a part of it.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Fifteen minutes 'til showtime"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The sharp<span style="font-style: italic">click</span>of Sergeant Ananda's pocket watch snapping shook Dagnyr from his thoughts and drew his attention to her. He listened quietly and nodded as she finished, as if the monumental task of keeping an entire crowd silent was as easy as picking up something from the store. It'd be done before, after all, and Alyssa and himself were only expected to keep one portion of the crowd quiet. He watches the sergeant go before looking down at Alyss, smiling at the tiefling and gesturing for her to follow as he starts to walk. Being so much taller and harder to ignore, it only made sense for him to be out front to cut a path through the thick crowds.<br/><br/>"I think the good sergeant had me confused for a cleric," he comments to her, scanning the crowd slowly as he moves along. "Even an Aurain paladin can't<span style="font-style: italic">cleanse</span>, and alcohol isn't a disease so my healing will have no effect on it. Fortunately, I can improvise..."<br/><br/>They began to draw close to the merchants and Dagnyr's stomach growled lightly as he caught a whiff of the delicious scents wafting off the carts of the various venders selling food. "Shame we don't have the time to sample some of the goods," he remarked, he hadn't eaten since noon and it made him reluctant to simply ignore all that delightful smelling food so nearby, but they had a job to do.<br/><br/>His gaze ran along the ale tents, easily picking out the cheering crowd gathered at one by the hooting of the vanara nearby. "I think I see some who'll need to be quieted down. Anything on your end?"