Ever since his much rejoiced birth, Spoing was groomed to join the ranks of the Paladins one day. It was his destiny. And as the Norns foretold, so it came to pass. He battled mummies, and merpeople and demons, and rodents, fighting side by side with his wizard comrades (which by the way, he often leaves behind because of his agile flying Pecopeco), amassing much coveted praise and glory. He could have even joined the party of the Knights of the Round Table, but King Arthur Weasley disapproved of his Knighting because he was too geeky for his taste.