I entered the bar.
It was padamonium.
Boys i though - always fighting. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />
I was a peace lover by nature, and after going up in the forest, trained by the druids, it was hard for me to move to the town. After all my clan had been killed, i had little choice but to move and become the healer for Viroeth. It was a living, though not were my heart was.
The palaldin seemed to be in trouble.
There was laughing about how he was one, and he would be one of the last.
I did not understand? Why would people be laughing at someone who trys to hold the peace for people and country? Though i did not understand a lot of people in this wretched place.
I did need out.
I was not sure if or how i could help the paladin, but i though i should try.
