<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div><strong>Dale, Human Crusader</strong><br/><hr/>"Not so bad," Dale answered quietly. "Up North, far past Neverwinter, beyond Luskan, it is cold enough to make your piss freeze before it hits the ground, and you're happy for every square inch of you covered in fur against the cold." He falls silent for a moment, recalling a past event; "I'd had to fight some frost giants there once, serving an undead ice queen who thought to cover the world in ice. We were able to stop her before she completed her spell of fimbulwinter, but few of us survived." The silence thickened as he wrestled with memories of yesteryear before he broke it once more, a mix of wistfulness and thoughtfulness in his voice.<br/><br/>"I am certain there are many similar such tales throughout Toril. Calamities barely stopped, brave souls guttering like candles in their own wax as they sacrifice of themselves to keep the darkness at bay for a little longer, apocalypses detained by the brave few who hold the line against the encroaching shadows..." He fell into a brooding silence once more before finally breaking it with a chuckle. "Still, I can't think that many others have found their destiny in some dank sewer surrounded by the filth of an entire city... and it is certainly not the end of where<em>my</em>story ends," he grins confidently, hefting his spiked chain with the soft clink of metal on metal as he prepared himself for whatever might leap at them from the shadows.<br/><br/>"And if I have any say in it, the same shall be said about the rest of you," he said, advancing to the vanguard of the group, hefting his chain at the ready in case anything might jump out at them and try to disembowel them--or worse. He hated this feeling of waiting despite how often he had to experience it, and wished he had gotten used to it now, but this wasn't the case. He advanced slowly, watching and waiting for any that would jump at them from the shadows.