It had been a several years since Hravgar had left his temple for more than a few days, even then it was to travel to someone in need of healing that could make it to the broken God's temple. Still it was an honor to have been chosen to be one of the few to take to the hero's guard and he kept his hopes high knowing he would be able to help others. The lines leading into the area of the gathering were long but he was patient, something he had learned as a young boy in service to Ilmater. His patience paid off as a guard tied a yellow sash to the mailed arm of the cleric telling him to go and find the others with a similar sash.

He moved through the sea of people as only an armored dwarven cleric could, which was slower than most people. He came upon a board looking elf, Hravgar  wouldn't have guessed he was older than a hundred and it was hard for him to tell the age of elves anyway so Hravgar was probably wrong. There was also two humans and a gnome. The two humans were young that he could tell for sure, one seemed to be better kept and the other looked like he walked in from one of the local barbarian tribes. The gnome was closer to his own age, maybe older. He walked over to the group, and if any looked his way they would see on his shield two hands bound by red cord and his scale mail was polished and well kept, to a more decerning eye they could see it was hardly even used. He also had a broad smile and an optimistic spring in his step.

[color=f7941d]"Greetings my fellow adventurers. I see I am to be part of your band of Hero's guard. My name is Hravgar, cleric of Ilmater. How are yoy all fairing this day?"[/color]