You say, 'Hail, an unimposing figure'
An unimposing figure stands ardently surveying the mountains in the distance, as if he is watching for some revelation to signal out from the Resplendent Temple. After a moment he turns to you, offering a quick but courteous nod of the head. As he speaks his voice puts you at ease in the same way the voice of an old familiar friend visiting from across the continent would, 'Norrath is a beautiful place, where else could so many strangers of such differing means come together to become allies and (friends)?' He smirks, 'I assure you Kuua does not offer these same liberties.'
You say, 'friends'
An unimposing figure nods, 'What would our world be without friendship? I'd wager the suit of armor you'd be able to cobble together without anyone else's help wouldn't look half as respectable as the fine garb you're draped in now.' He sighs and looks down over his brilliant obsidian platemail, 'But to be fair, neither would mine. (I will) never forget those I called friend and ally. Should you encounter any of them, please tell them I am well. The memories of our joyous triumphs shall be enough to ensure that I am never far from their hearts even in my retirement here.'
You say, 'I will'
An unimposing figure smiles, 'Thank you, friend. Be well and may the gods watch your step in your travels. I will always be here should you ever wish to share a moment of silence and enjoy the beauty of these lands.'