Valinor

A tall, well-built human male fades into existence before you. He is draped in robes of the
finest crimson robes of Ofcol make. Golden runes are embroidered on the hems of the robes,
glowing with protective power. A leather belt fits snugly about his waist, carrying the tools of a
practitioner of the Arts. Valinor, being truly neutral, has made few enemies in his lifetime, and he
intends to keep it that way.
Valinor stands quietly and quite patiently, watching you watch him, and watching the world as it passes all around him. he has an air about him, of almost, saddness. As though he knows
something you, and perhaps all of Thera know nothing about. Still, he speaks to you with a voice
full of friendship, and appears to have a kind word and a helping hand for all.
He seems a bit of a bumbler, dropping spell components from time to time, and forgetting the
words to his spells. He seems to try hard though.....
He looks this way and that, and appears to be quite lost. "Damnation!" he says, "That path has
moved out from under my feet again, and now i'm Lost!"