Sumir Havenmane

He kneels before the alter built in the garden of his small home, eyes closed as his wings stretch out behind him, bathing in the sunlight. He prayed every morning, as he had for years, as he would until his time came to return to his Grandfather's side. The former High Priest of Talos raises his face to the sun, a smile on his face as the laughter of children fills the air. One day that would be his. One day.

"May this day be as blessed as the last, Grandfather." He rises from his knees, brushing off the dirt from the soft brown cotton pants he wore, turning to see the startled eyes of a young passerby. He knew most faces in the lower city of Baldur's Gate... but not this one. An adventurer? They likely were stunned by the Orc with wings, as many had been over the years.

"Be at peace, little one, for I am no threat to you. How might this servant of Talos aid you?"