<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/><br/>He had been walking for a few days now.  It wasn't terrible, although he was certain that walking in full armor probably seemed foolish.  It certainly wasn't the most comfortable.  Perhaps next time he would hire a wagon for the next leg of his trip.  Almost as he had that thought, he heard the sound of hooves.  He stopped, turning to allow the rider to move past him, when he saw that it was a youngling, and one, it seemed, here to find him.  Perhaps it was good that he didn't ride, or the courier wouldn't have found him.<br/><br/>As the boy's feet hit the ground, Eldran was quick to see the look of disgust on the boy's face.  Even children.  Well, it was indeed what he deserved.  Seeing the envelope, the paladin offered a deep bow of his head, reaching out for the document.  "My thanks."  He wasn't sure how to address the courier, so he left it out and kept his tone respectful anyway.  He did not open the document yet, not unless it seemed like the lad was waiting for him to do so.  Without knowing what it said, he didn't want to risk that it was something the child did not need to know... and yet the boy was in a better position to know anyway being the one who had been sent with it.<br/><br/>When Master Ronchell's name was mentioned, not to mention the obvious dismissal... there was a tinge of something in the paladin.  Dismissal.  But he forced it down quickly.  Another bow, not too low, but instead he simply tucked the letter away into a pouch, and began walking again, his pace a solid march.  He really would need to look into a horse for these trips.