<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/>- 45/45 HP ; AC 17<br/><hr/><br/>Vinny coughed, somewhat embarrassed.  "I certainly wouldn't attempt it, were I you.  But I can render them harmless once morning comes.  If needed, there should be just enough space between them for one to slip through, if they knew where to look."<br/><br/>The old man carefully pointed out the range of each of the four glyphs.  Though the markings themselves were small, they would apparently be activated by trespassing within five feet of them.<br/><br/>He laid down in the dirt, flat as a board and with hands crossed over his chest.  His old fingers curled around a silver holy symbol, a silent prayer.   It looked terribly uncomfortable, but perhaps this was how he replenished whatever powers he held.  "I sleep lightly enough.  Just whisper if you hear anything, m'dear."