The warm tendrils of the morning sun wrapped around the freshly laid thatched roof of the Anthro-Elvin Super-Church. The city of Divala radiated with the polyphony of angelic Elven-Catholic hymns and the chirping of song birds which slowly faded into a rumbling babble. “Welcome all and be blessed, for today is one of celebration.” The chatter waned, and there stood a charming young Half-Elf known to all as Gilnar Leomys. His loose black curls splintered into wavy strands that draped across his glowing emerald eyes, only to receive the leftover gazes from his patchy neck beard. Although judged on his physical appearance, Gilnar was revered as the glue that brought this peculiar society into fruition.