[h3][center][color=1b003f]Solace[/color][/center][/h3] 
The armored man is wary as Viluppo rushes behind him to examine the blade upon his back[color=1b003f]"I suppose it is quite impressive,"[/color] the soldier says, shifting his stane and carfully drawing his blade, [color=1b003f]"I often forget how uncommon such tools are now."[/color] Solace adds, voice lowering to a rumble to avoid disturbing the crowd further as he rests the large sword point first in the ground, allowing the curious blue eyed youth to examine it[color=1b003f]"I feel great pity for the bandit that attempts to turn it upon me, the steel is tuned to prevent such tomfoolery."[/color] he utters, [color=1b003f]"Merely probing, however, will deliver no proper backlash."[/color] with that, he returns the mighty sword to its place at his back [color=1b003f]"I suppose you could say it was a family heirloom, a set with my armor. forged by a famous member of my clan more years ago than I can count."[/color]

He sighs, eyes flickering out for a brief moment[color=1b003f]"You may call me Solace, child."[/color] the old knight says, turning to acknowledge the roguish individual who had tailed him [color=1b003f]"I have never met this young man in my life."[/color] he extends an armoured hand to each of them, moving smoothly in spite of his armors bulk [color=1b003f]"And I seek honest work for honest pay, I merely have a limited set of skills with which to do so."[/color] he lies, his focus shifting briefly to the worn symbol carved in the old temple wall.