"Alas, my dear Ladies and Sirs, I was asked to present myself to you on the occasion of this temple's open day.

As you well know, I am going to leave you all and so my presenting myself is also my wishing you all good bye. But Tyr has called upon me in distant lands, and so I must venture to the city of Renzington, I fear.

Many of you have, and still do, mistake me for a Drow. This has lead, as many will still recall, to many a dispute and I must admit, that sometimes they were fiercer then I thought and not always did I escape alife. But, alas, I am not a Drow. My grandmother, from my mother's side, indeed was a Drow and I inherited both her black skin and her ghostly white hair. But this does not mean, that violence flows in my blood. It does neither mean that I will eat your children or consume your souls. I am, was and always will be a servant of Tyr, the god of Law and Justice! How can you think thus, that I, a dedicated Cleric, who has healed you so many times, has cured you of deseases every day, has helped your warriors stained in blood regain life, how thus I ask you, how! can you accuse me like this?

But I forgive you, for the hatred inside the human mind, instilled by so many years of conflict and hatred is only difficult to combat.

--- The recording ends here, the rest having been burned to ashes. ---

--- A physical descrition by her late Master Cleric ---

"No, she is not beautiful, not at all. And I am not speaking about her black skin, we are trusting her here in every aspect of her life and blood. The poor Sylvana was cursed with a hideous face. Her head is oblong, her mouth too small, her nose too wide. Her eyes are set a bit apart, its awkward to look at. She is lightly build, almost like a feather, but she hides beneath her cloth a body made of steel and muscles. She can endure mentally and physically the greatest amount of stres of all our Clerics, and one does see it.

Ah, her pointed ears are cut in many ways, and her face, once surely looking a bitmoer normal, is defigured by the remains of many wounds. Neither magic nor medicine could heal them; they are proof of the anger the people have against her kind, and she weares them determined, as a token of her own free and sturdy will."

He was then asked to comment about her mental abilities, thinking that maybe she would excel more in this field.

"Oh, yes. Well she is not very intelligent. She is maybe as intelligent as an average citizen, but her forth draws from her wisdom. She has learned, through hard effort and her incredible will, an immense amount of things, and she can draw upon a vast pool of knowledge. And though she is very slow to grasp new concepts, to understand new ideas, her memory never fails you."

Lastly it was inquired about her ways with people.

"She always helps people. You can see her heal the one man that has killed her, or brought her to the brink of death the day before. She will cure diseases and try to serve the community as best as she can, with little respect to the past of the people.

Alas! Sometimes I wish she would be more abiding to the laws of Tyr. For she believes in justice and law, but not as would be expected of her. Justice, she claims, comes with time and must not be immediate. An individual may live in injustice but in time, justice will fall upon her kin. Thus she says. And law is for her not as binding as it should be..."

--- the interview ended here ---

From many tales of people she encountered, the image of the cheerfull young cleric who had set forth to heal and help, became, slowly, a bit tainted. It seems, that Sylvana has grown disillusioned with the world and is ever less at peace with herself. She is, so most say, a tourn soul, split between her still idealistic ideas and the dreadfull truth of every day's living. It seems, that in combat she has a burning fire in her yes, an appetite of destruction you may call it, so unlike her and her god's ideas.

What will the future bring to this poor being you may ask? Only time can tell...