<div class="floatleft">(https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7823/47515220441_a8eeec8b51_m.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Arash Tolwar</span></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: Late Evening, April 19, Year Unknown<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Temple of Corellon - Glen Avon<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Commoner's Clothes - no armor<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong>Prayer, a place of respite he'd known from his past<br/><hr/><br/>The light of the sun had long since faded from the small chamber Arash sat inside.  Candlelight replaced the luminescent rays of the day star, giving the shadows on the wall an eerie life-like motion.  Clutched in his hand, a coin bearing the likeness of the two faced figure sat in silent vigil.  A prayer of strength and justice passed through his thoughts, his silver eyes hidden from the world as he concentrated on the words.<br/><br/>The brush of sandals along the marbled floor brought him out of his trance.  His eyelids parted, head turning to find a young Elvish acolyte standing in the doorway to the chamber.<br/><br/>"Sir Arash.  I have a letter for you.  It bears the royal seal," the young man said.<br/><br/>"I see.  Thank you," he said as he stood up and turned to walk around the stone bench he'd just sat upon to move forward and take the sealed message from the young man.  The acolyte turned and retreated just as slow and silently as he'd approached, leaving Arash alone in the candlelight of the room once more.  He turned the message over, staring at the red wax of the royal seal.  The paladin ran his thumb over the ridges of the mark before turning back toward the bench and returning to where he'd sat only moments before.  Setting the letter aside, he pulled the coin from his hand.  It had been wrapped in a length of leather long enough to hang as a pendant from his neck.  He pulled it over his head and let it rest back against his chest beneath his vestments before picking the letter back up and finally breaking the seal.<br/><br/>The writing within was colored with standard royal fanfare.  It spoke of the ritual.  He'd become accustomed to it every year, but this would be the first year he would be able to witness it.  He couldn't quite understand why he had been given the favor of the king.  His service to the kingdom, as they had said, was only a mere coincidence.  He'd been returning from the Underdark back to Glen Avon when he ran into the bandits who'd robbed a small royal trade caravan.  His involvement was involuntary as the bandit had attacked him after becoming aware of his presence.<br/><br/>He folded the letter and tucked it into a small pack at his side.  He had to prepare for the ritual.  Though he was not especially keen on being present in the royal court, it wasn't a good idea to risk the ire of the king for an ignored invitation.  Arash left for his small room at the temple, a temporary place to rest when he was in Glen Avon.  He would dress formally and head for the palace.