<div class="floatleft">(http://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/neverwinter.gamepedia.com/thumb/3/3c/GF_Tiefling.jpg/173px-GF_Tiefling.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Eldran’Tyr</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>47/47</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Thank you, brother Tanat."  The paladin offered, at the small compliment that he had done good.  It was a kind word, and worth quite a lot, all things considered.  When the priest agreed that politics was beyond him, he offered a small smile; what was it about this man who seemed so... well,<em>brotherly</em>, compared to Ronchell and the priests there?  There was some slight hesitation... Michael's goals, for now?<br/><br/>But then came the rest of the conversation.  The words that Tanat offered didn't register at first.  Eldran'Tyr knew that he was not a smart man; there wasn't a lot of time for study, not the sort that most would consider at a school or university.  he knew his scriptures of course, but... his eyes slowly came away from the documents again, and looked up at Tanat.  This was a joke, right?  There was a punchline, or something.  "Brother... me?  Surely there must be someone better suited.  More... acceptable to everyone."  He frowned, trying to think of a way to put into words.  Finally, his frustrating getting the better of him, a little bit of a narrow of his eyes.  "Not a demon."<br/>