<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584443152916807680/ea671041000d49d066b67f71ccfd8d5d.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arywn Gray</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 32/32<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Init:</strong> 0<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 10 <br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 3</div></div></div></div><br/>The young paladin minded only himself for the most part, nursing his mug filled with ale. He planned to turn in for the night until an Aarakorca started her dance. Arywn watched curiously, wondering why she was in this tavern in the first place. From what he could tell in his first moments, the general impression the townsfolk had on anything other than a human or elf seemed to be distrust. It was understandable but he had no such prejudice.<br/><br/>After she finished her dance, Arywn was one of the few to clap so that her dance didn't go entirely unappreciated. He didn't scorn the patrons of the tavern for their distrust, though it did seem a bit unfair. Regardless, he wasn't in the place to question their behavior, so he went to stand up but he was approached by a pair of soldiers. His eyes met theirs as they saluted him, asking what his purpose was. The soldiers spoke in hushed voices, albeit eagerly, and asked his purpose for being in Sydanoi.<br/><br/>Arywn looked at one and then the other before responding. "It'd be safe to say that I am here to carry on a crusade of sorts and do away with threats that plague the innocent civilizations that are constantly under threat." He crossed his arms and shook his head. "I don't plan on settling here, I must continue with my journey and follow my tenants." The young paladin looked at both soldiers once more before asking his own question. "How has it been recently here? I have only just arrived and would like to know the current state of the town."