<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/>To be served by a brother of the temple was an honor.  Eldran was quick to stand, once Tanat did, and did not sit again the brother settled himself back down with his drink.  He listened to the priest speak about Ronchell, trying to quickly deal with a slew of emotion as he listened.  Ronchell was one of those responsible for his 'childhood' as it were; though he had no one caretaker.  He could understand why Ronchell might consider him not good enough, after all, the priest was quickly enough to remind him that he was tainted, that he had to try harder to purify himself.<br/><br/>"Thank you, brother Tanat."  he offered, sitting again with his tea, quickly taking a sip and hopefully hiding any expression of angst from the thoughts.  Tanat's own encouragement gave him hope, partially what he was thanking for.  But then the next questions...<br/><br/>"No, brother.  Not at all.  My faith is my shield.  My armor.  It is my strength."  The words perhaps sounded rehearsed, but that's because it was; it was part of a prayer that Eldran used often, usually when he maintained the suit of armor that was his most prized possession, a gift of 'graduation', as it were.<br/>