<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/75/Dungeon_fighter_online_priest_by_toonegeminielf-d6mclpl.jpg/800px-Dungeon_fighter_online_priest_by_toonegeminielf-d6mclpl.jpg)</div>There was something about priests that made everyone hold their breath when they entered a bar. Raphael was used to that, by now, but that didn't necessarily mean he liked it. To be fair, even without robes above his flak armor Raphael would have stood out. His steps, the way he observed the room, everything about him screamed nobility. The elegance, the utter lack of any wariness, the goddamn arrogance.<br/>And then there was the Heldenhammer: A massive Warhammer the considerable size of his wielder. The head was entirely covered with meticulous carvings, depicting great heroes felling mighty beasts. The most perceptive could see that the eyes and mouths of those beasts where formed around holes that could eject toxin. Even the handle was a piece of art: Four kings carried the massive head on their shoulders, each of them was unique, right down to their crowns made from solid gold. Beneath them, various ornaments, each of them telling a story in it's own right.<br/>Yet somehow Raphael had the kind of smile that made him approachable and even that big scary weapon seemed less of a thread when he used it as a walking stuff while he moved towards the bar.<br/>"The emperors blessings, dear citizen", he intoned gregariously, "A glass of your fine amasec...the one for special for special guests from below the counter to be precise...oh...and...leave the bottle here...i'll...take care of it. Oh...while i'm at it...I'm waiting for some friends, seen any...oh...there they are."<br/>He swiped both glass and bottle from the barkeepers hands and gleefully picked a seat that would place him somewhere in the middle.<br/>"You just ask the right way", he explained to Geld with a wide smile, before taking a swig on his own.