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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Argent Silvermage" data-source="post: 1155775" data-attributes="member: 4322">Bjorn AlfsonBjorn Alfson had worked till midday at the temple. He now stood within the 8 standing stones that his predecessor Fastial An’dranth had erected for the site of the church of Corellon of the Crescent Moon. The Elven church had been his home now for just about 2 years and the Elven community of Greenhills was only just now beginning to accept the Half Elf as their new Religious leader. The hard granite stones looked imposing to Bjorn yet this is where he was meant to be. He placed the alter cloth on the alter stone and finished the service. The elves had become very interested in his sermons lately as he mixed both Human and Elven stories into his services and they liked the comparing and contrasting of the two worlds. Once the ceremony finished and the congregation started to depart, his friend Elios came to him and started speaking about the adventurers having arrived at the Black Pig. “You should go with them.” Elios said, “You know they will need guidance and a healer. Besides don’t you want a break from all of this church nonsense?” Bjorn looked at his friend and set his jaw firm. “How can you call my calling nonsense? You of all people should understand my need to serve. You are after all the dedicated minstrel I have ever seen, aren’t all of your kind supposed to be vagabonds and scallywags?” Bjorn rose up to his full height of 6’ and towered over the elfin bard. Bjorn was imposing to many elves he had a humans body with Elven eyes and pointed ears. And the color of those features was also striking. Pale golden blond hair cascading down to mid back, a full beard cut short framed his Lavender eyes. These were signs of having the blood of the Faerie and a Half Elf with these marking was rare indeed. Bjorn shooed his friend away and packed his belongings. He dressed in his traveling priests robes and his traditional blue cloak that signifies he is a cleric of Corellon and set off for the Black Pig Inn.There really was no question of if he would go. Bjorn had prayed for guidance and seen the sign of the Black Pig in his dreams. He entered the Pig just after sundown and found the Adventurers had already arrived.</blockquote>

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