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[color=FEE300]Race:[/color] Aasimar
[color=FEE300]Class:[/color] Paladin
[color=FEE300]Location:[/color] Stormrider; Top Deck - Sick Bay
[color=FEE300]Interactions:[/color] Meiyu[@Tae], Scratch & Val[@Apex Sunburn]
[color=FEE300]Equipment:[/color] His longsword; [url=https://i.imgur.com/0dnfaQH_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]Retribution[/url] and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TAGHTJ2_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]healing amulet[/url]. A [url=https://i.imgur.com/92lzGaT_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]backpack[/url] with supplies and his [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSHLAct_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]lute[/url]. 
[color=FEE300]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/cVUVpsf_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]Clothing[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/pezKStD_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]gloves[/url]
[color=FEE300]Gold Balance:[/color] 43
[color=FEE300]Injuries:[/color] Old injuries include a missing eye, numerous iridescent scars, and a knee that aches when it rains.
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[color=E579FF]“That’s just Scratch!…”[/color] Vallena spoke up, defending the surgeon as Scratch and The Breaker of Arms casually discussed their interest in poisons and preferred wounds. Because, of course, the Yuan-Ti had a thing for poison. The connection there was just a bit too poetic not to notice, but not worth commenting on. 

[color=E579FF]“I swear he’s not bad! He’s just strange. And a little–”[/color]

[color=FEE300]“I agree, Scratch is good people.”[/color] He softened his expression and tone for the child apprentice. He wasn’t concerned with how the dark elf spoke, only that the surgeon helped when he was needed. Actions mattered over words. He glanced back at the two as they continued their grim conversation. For the most part, it was easy enough for him to tune out, but it was likely disconcerting for someone like Val to hear. 

[i][color=7DBC89]“...But my favorites? The ones that mimic a fatal wound. Make the body [I]believe[/I] it’s dying…”[/color][/i]

[color=FEE300]“She is scary, isn’t she?”[/color] He agreed with Val’s earlier hushed statement as his focus returned to the girl. The Yuan-Ti would be far from his first pick if he got to choose his enemies. [color=FEE300]“But not stupid. Certainly not stupid enough to get on Scratch’s bad side. I think you’re safe.”[/color] He added in a hushed tone. 

Ezekiel followed Val’s direction to Sick Bay. Down a flight of stairs, past the bar, and towards the forward most end of the ship. Sick Bay ran like a well-oiled machine, an oasis of order amongst a relatively chaotic ship. Nothing against Scratch and Val; they provided a speedy triage and stabilized the arm, but the medics at Sick Bay handled everything else without a single detail overlooked.

Someone was sent to find the boy’s parent(s) or guardians. Someone set the kid up in a bed. Someone kept careful watch over the young man’s vital signs while he remained unconscious from the ether. 

Ezekiel removed a glove from his right hand and affixed his healing amulet to his wrist. It rested against the back of his palm while his palm rested on the break in the bone. With his eye closed, and the rest of the world almost non-existant, he prayed to the Silver Flame. He chanelled those prayers into the amulet. Light leaked out from behind the cloth over his missing eye. His focus remained unbreakable. [/color]