Theren is a pale elf with a frame so thin it looks as if a stiff breeze might knock him over. His clerical vestments are immaculate but slightly too large for him. He has soft, watery blue eyes and hair the color of sun-bleached straw.

I am a gentle soul who finds more comfort in the cleaning of a shrine than the heat of battle. I speak softly, often apologizing even when I am not at fault, and I am deeply moved by any act of simple kindness. I know I am weak, but I believe my god loves the fragile most of all.

Theren was born into a prestigious family of elven mages and warriors, yet he failed to inherit any of their natural vigor or intellect. While his siblings were mastering the complexities of High Magic or the elegance of the blade, Theren struggled to finish a simple race or solve basic riddles. His family eventually placed him in the care of the temple, thinking his kind nature would be better suited to a life of quiet service. He spent decades as a humble acolyte, finding true purpose in the slow, rhythmic labor of temple life. To the surprise of his betters, his simple and unwavering devotion granted him a divine spark that many more clever priests failed to grasp. Now he travels the lands, carrying the heavy burden of scale mail with a quiet pride, determined to heal those who suffer as he once did.