Roondar was trying his best to keep his spirits high, as his patron Goddess, Lliira, sought for all the creatures than walked the material plane. He knew he had been given a most challenging task to achieve this end, given the nature of Malk, the overly stubborn donkey that he had been burdened with. The bedraggled looking animal had a mind of its own, and the overwhelming desire to make decisions for itself, most of them contrary to Roondar's. But the beast was compliant in one regard, in that the beast never tried to dislodge any of the load he was carrying.<br/><br/>So it was that Roondar arrived at Waterdeep one day later than he had planned. He had heard many tales of the great city, but none of them matched up with the reality presented to him. It was a lot more dour than he expected, and the people seemed not to be as happy as he would have expected. People were always serious about their business, and it was right a proper for them to be that way at those times, but he got the feeling that they did not spend much, if anytime, experiencing the joy that Lliira made available to them. It made him sad that people would not take the time to enjoy what life had to offer them. If he was not otherwise busy, he would have started showing the folk of the great city what they were missing out on.<br/><br/>He took a few minutes to get Malk moving once again, as the animal decided that it was perfectly happy standing where it was. Roondar knew that he had no ability to move the stubborn animal if it really decided against the gnome's course of action, but he suspected that the Donkey merely got bored with the repeated pulls of his harness and the continual pleading to be kind and help him out.<br/><br/>So, it was with great relief that he handed Malk over to the stable hand, and quickly hurried to meet with the individual who was handling his application to join Acquisitions Incorporated. Once through the door, he paused for a moment to get his bearings, and took little time to find the group he was meant to join. He threaded his way through the throng of much larger individuals, finally to find a fellow gnome conversing with three much larger females. Roondar swallowed, and looked up at the trio, taking in all their various identifying traits, before tearing his gaze back to someone of a more sensible size and stature.<br/><br/>"So sorry I am late. My pack donkey decided to spend too long in a field of fresh grass, and no matter how I tried to get it to change its mind, it just refused. Hi, I am Roondar Nackle, Priest of Lliira. Have I missed much?"