<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Nodding understandingly at his explanation, Tanat let out only a small chuckle. "You've arrived on time Eldran, there's no need for apologies. You're not late and that's really what matters at the end of the day." He said with a dismissive hand that came to sit on the desk edge and was used to lift himself from his seat. He made his way out from behind it and over to a small table where he gathered a tray that had tea already prepared on it and brought it back to the desk, "Truth is Ronchell was not eager to release you into my service. Seems he has some reservations about your faith." Lex explained as he flipped over cups and poured himself, and then Eldran, a cup of the hot liquid. "But I have it on good authority," He paused and reached up to tap the plain iron symbol of Tyr dangling from his neck, "That you are exactly the right choice for this job."<br/><br/>Sliding one cup across the desk to Eldran, taking his own and then once more finding his seat, Lex paused, "But it does bring up the question as to <em>why</em> Ronchell is so concerned about your dedication to the cause. Do you doubt your faith? Should I?"<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>