Red cape billowing behind him as he walked onto the scene, Atlan was quick to notice the commotion. A crowd always meant one thing. A spectacle, good or bad. Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as the things he saw in the booshites. Curiosity piqued, Atlan pushed his way through the front of the crowd, his head looming above the crowd. "Move" he demanded,keeping his shield and spears strapped to his back, trying to find out what the fuss is about.<br/><br/><i have cure light wound and shield of faith prepared today><br/>