Justin DeWinter<br/><br/>"The Gods protect fools and idiots with suicidal tendencies." he said and stepped back, "I you want to walk into the displacer out there, by all means, go... ring the dinner bell and bring down a dozen or so city guards sure that we're thieves robbing the place, or best of all, perhaps fall through an unseen dementional door into one of the planes of hell before you see what's on the other side of the door... If you're really lucky, maybe it's just the closet and you'll feel silly."<br/><br/>He stepped back, not willing to fall into the same mess as the overly eager bunch. "I prefer to take care with my body, but far be it for me to let the impatient sling open doors into who knows what."