<div class="floatleft">(http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/876/oldmanicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">"Old Man" Vinny</span></span><br/><em>- Priest of Rao</em><br/>- 42/45 HP ; AC 17<br/><hr/><br/>Vinny sniffs, making an earnest attempt to look modest and failing spectacularly at it.  "I wasn't always this old, m'dear!  You'd be surprised, the endurance a man can build in a lifetime."<br/><br/>He'd looked away respectfully as Kasumi became increasingly distraught over her lack of coverage, finally sighing gruffly as greybeards are wont to do.  He rummaged through his pack and the mess therein until he came upon a large sealed box of some sort, extracting from it a wide sheet of brilliant scarlet cloth that had managed to remain dry.  He brought it over to her, still keeping his eyes elsewhere, and draped it over her shoulders before turning about again.<br/><br/>"Hmph.  Nothin' I haven't seen before, m'dear, and nothin' to be shamed over.  When disaster strikes one is rarely prepared for it, and I dare say you should be glad to have only lost your clothes in that mess."<br/><br/>The ghostly little hand pulled at his beard absentmindedly as he looked out along the shore.  "I do hope we're not the only ones left.  May Rao bring peaceful rest to those who've gone on before us."  He sighed, and one got the feeling this wasn't the first time he'd had cause to speak those words.  "Finish dressing, and perhaps we can find a bit of shelter further inland."