Vaelonar watches as Serion walks over to the altar, then turns and heads towards the door. As Serion walks out, Vaelonar rubs his chin, a slightly puzzeled look on his face.

'Very strange person.', Vael thinks. 'I hope he finds what he searches for.'

Vael turns his attention to the room again. He steps towards the door and tries to open in a tad.

[OOC: Serion, sorry you couldn't finish with us. Good luck man.]
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Before you stands an elf. Tall for his species, but just as lithe as normal. His blond hair is cut short and shaggy. His golden eyes swim with silver flecks and are set above a hawklike nose.