Hjalmar Ingeborg

If leaving his community physically distanced Hjalmar from his Halfling roots, joining the Temple of Now severed any remaining similarities between who he was then, and who he is now. Leaving home began as a simple walk after an argument with his family. But then he just kept walking. The further he went, the more self- assured he felt that he was right and the less reason there was to acquiesce. Joining the clergy was an impulse. He needed food and a place to sleep. They offered. All he had to do was listen. He did, for a few months, and then set off again. As a travelling man of the cloth he found many doors opened to him and knew then that his walk had sent him on the path he was meant to follow. He entered any door that was opened, listened to any sermon that was given, and ate any meal that was provided. When his mind and body was full, he moved on. When he reached the Temple of Now, he stopped. Here he found people frustrated with declining values in an overly permissive society. Here he heard people decry the tolerance of social movements and protests and marches—the sudden obsession with rights. Here he saw clerics who took their message to the streets, but also their maces—beating down the rebels and reprobates who were unwilling or unable to be saved from themselves. If this isn’t the solution to saving a society quickly crumbling under the weight of its wickedness, it’s the closest thing his travels have found. He is ready to die in its service if need be.