<strong>@Dora:</strong>The big man has five magical auras about him, all of equal (faint) aura: the wrapped pole, an amulet, his metal-lined gloves, a ring on his right hand, and one from his backpack.<br/><br/>"Indeed.  Perhaps I'll find out for myself."  Nodding, Ulric drained the glass completely and set it down, reminding himself that he should have practiced restraint.  But celebrations were in order, this was a good opportunity to start it.  Standing, using the wrapped pole as a walking staff, he began to move over to the crowd wherein the blue-haired acrobat and her impressively built crimson-manned conversant stood.<br/><br/>Passing through, he almost bumped into the whirling dancer upon the open floor - the unusually stunning winged elf.  Almost as tall as himself, though of slender build, his whole appearance cultivated an exotic allure and those mysterious eyes could have called attention without even the man making any real effort.  Making a bow apology for having disrupted, he continued on his way to see what had caught the two women in discourse.