The sounds of clashing swords and thundering spells broke me from my reverie. Curiosity lead me to the Arena around the corner from the Inn where I had spent the eve. To my amazement, before me a fierce battle waged amidst companionable laughter and camaraderie.

Obviously all was not as it appeared. Upon my approach, these fine battlemen put aside their swords and greeted me warmly. "Tis a friendly competition", they explained, throwing their arms high in the air cheering. Noticing my canvas and brushes as I tried to slip them from my pack, they clapped and bade me to continue.

Looking now upon the painting, I remember the laughter and friendship these guildmates had, not only for one another but for a stranger wandering by. As the Eternal Flame mates so aptly demonstrated, the world of Norrath may be filled with dangers, but it is also filled with fine, honorable folk at every turn.

The Eternal Flame is lead by the mighty hand of Hefe Dlere, who stands boldly at the throne. With him are brothers Actarus Holywalker and Ogion Holywalker,
Bazalad Lavaslayer; Mellifleur Chronotensis and Hubert.

May their friendship and camaraderie find eternity with the Gods.
Blessed by the sword of the Eternal Flame.