The proud blonde-haired cleric strode in, feeling energetic and ready for the adventure.<br/>He adjusted a fine blood-red cloak he just bought, and approached the woman near the table.<br/>"I am Uranius the disciple of Tez'Tikulaz. I am at your service, oh blademistress.<br/>My divine arts and my wit will assist you in the journey."<br/>A courtly bow, and he seated himself, vainly playing with his cloak.<br/>"Did the others overslept? I must say that the local wine is as strong as a behemoth warbeast."<br/>