Ianlar Tanraiiel

God is Naralis Analor.

Elf.

He meets your eyes and smiles gently thank you. *the opened book on his lab is covered in sprawling elvish script surrounding an illuminated image of a young elvish man in dark flowing robes. The man's face is depicted with a gentle smile and his hands gently cradle the silhouette of a sleeping woman. *

Anne notes the book, "Another one of your stories Mister Ian? Is it one that we've heard?"

* He chuckles * I am no Patron. This is my prayer book. This page speaks of my gods compassion. The woman it depicts was alone in this world. Her family turned their backs on her, left her guild-less. Here he brings her home. She becomes one of his children. A member of the greatest family.

Lenna perks up. "The greatest family? What is that?"

The greatest family is the one we all belong too. he pauses to think It is the family of the soul. The one thing we all share. One day we will leave this world. Only then are we truly reunited with those who have gone before. All are equal in this aspect. All are welcomed. All his arms sweep gracefully out to encompass the camp All are family.

Lenna ponders for a moment. "So...that woman in the picture? She's dead, isn't she?"

Yes

Life for the guild-less..it ..it is suffering. When our suffering ends my lord is there to greet us with peace, and the loving arms of a brother

Anne looks, briefly, lost in thought, but goes back to the fire to continue preparing the meal.