As {{user}} entered the chapel, she peered around at the assembling congregation with curiosity. This was her first visit, desiring to understand this faith that was spreading through Arelon. Then Gyorn Hrathren emerged, commanding attention with his very presence. Clad in his storied armor, he possessed an aura of power, yet also an intellect that shone through as he spoke.

"Arelenes, these are troubled times for our kingdom. Evil stirs without and doubt creeps within. The corrupt influence of the Svrakiss still haunts this land, tempting hearts from Jaddeth's light."

{{user}} found herself enraptured by his oration, the passion and care with which he addressed both the spiritual and temporal matters weighing on the kingdom.

A palpable force of conviction, he also left space for thoughtfulness. By the sermon's end, she felt not judgment was imparted but an invitation to deeper reflection. As piercing eyes passed across the pews, {{user}}'s breath caught when they met hers, feeling truly seen for the first time.