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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] Liana [@PapaOso]
[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] 48
[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=firebrick]“And here they say the age of good men has come and gone...”[/color]

Although Ezekiel had not heard her approach, he was neither surprised nor unsettled by the cloaked woman’s sudden appearance. [color=FEE300]“Then [i]they[/i] are incorrect.”[/color] His response was soft but spoken in a tone that matched hers - a statement of fact. He had met many good men, they simply did not clamor for notoriety the way evil men did. Acts of goodness required no audience, did not need to be made a spectacle, and were not done for fanfare. Instead, they were often quiet, rarely noticed, and the only reward required was the warmth they gave to the recipient. 

A simple dip of his head acknowledged her words, ones that might have sounded like a compliment from another’s lips but from her sounded as dry as data that had been observed. Ezekiel returned the amulet to its proper poctet, one near his chest that buttoned closed. Too close to him for anyone to steal it without his notice. He then slid his hand back into his glove; the familiar leather was far more comfortable than the open air. 

[color=firebrick]“I watched you. Not just now.”[/color]

Even as he kept his gaze fixed on the space around her, avoiding the discomfort of direct eye contact, her eyes still met his. She did flinch from it like those seduced by wickedness so often did. This earned a bit of trust, despite her admittance that she had been watching him. A weird thing to tell a stranger, but he wasn’t unaccustomed to being watched. An Aasimar was a rare encounter in any part of the world, and most beings were naturally curious. 

He, too, occasionally liked to people-watch, but he doubted she was here to tell him about a rather dull hobby. Entirely comfortable with silence, he simply waited for her to speak whatever it was that was on her mind. Her words were carefully chosen - she spoke with purpose. 

[color=firebrick]“I have a task. A sensitive one. And I find myself in need of someone… like you.”[/color]

[color=FEE300]“And I find myself with time to spare.”[/color] He answered in a warm tone. Being asked to help brought him comfort and made him feel useful. It was the next best thing to feeling at home. [color=FEE300]“Lead the way.”[/color] He added, and followed the woman without hesitation. 

[color=FEE300]“I am Ezekiel. And you are?”[/color] He asked as they walked. [/color]