Quintus was angry. He had been tasked, by his commanding officer, with picking mushrooms as penance for not showing the humility becoming of a knight. To make matters worse when he had tried to re-enter the city he was denied entrance! Him, a brother of the Militant Order of the Onion, Outrageous! But, he was undaunted, "I'll try again in the morning, until then I can probably obtain room and board at the Monastery, religious folks are usually hospitable." he thinks to himself.<br/><br/>Approaching the Monastery Quintus is impressed with the size and beauty of this most holy of buildings. With just a moments hesitation he reaches out and opens the door, stepping into the hall he takes off his cloak and runs his fingers through his hair. “Bah, miserable weather.” He mutters to himself.<br/><br/>Raising his eyes he spots a group of people… “Hmm, that’s… is that a fucking tonberry!?!? He exclaims in fright.<br/>