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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] 58
[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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As expected, she did not like his advice. 

[color=firebrick]“...Without worrying about whether the bitch who broke his arm would be punished…”[/color]

[color=FEE300]“That is an unkind word.”[/color] It was a quiet interruption. A knee-jerk reaction to language he was not fond of hearing. It was also an unnecessary interruption, words that should’ve stayed a thought, for they did not help the situation. 

He did not see the similarities between the two situations. Helping a boy with a broken arm put no other passengers at risk. Ignoring protocols around potentially dangerous diseases could put others at risk. But maybe it was only the cloaked woman’s tone that was calm and practical, and beneath her demeanor was a mix of distressing emotions that prevented her from looking at her scenario rationally. It seemed the most likely explanation. 

His focus lingered on her unwelcomed hand as it briefly rested against his chest. 

Her hollow compliments became accusations. Words likely meant to wound or spark some type of argument. Ezekiel paid them no mind. His conscience was a matter between him, the holy Flame, and the gods. 

The woman removed her hand from him as he took a small step away from her, out of her reach. 

[color=FEE300]“The arm-breaker offered a full and honest account of what happened. Gave her word that she would cause no further harm on this ship. No escalation was needed.”[/color] He addressed her earlier statement and offered his view on the situation. The issue had been resolved without a need for punishment. If anything needed to be reported, then Scratch could make that call, and Ezekiel would leave the matter to the surgeon’s discretion.

[color=FEE300]“In your case, I gave you the best solution I could offer based on the sparse details you gave. I cannot take information you did not share into consideration. If this is a curse and not a disease, and your parents put no other passengers at risk, I need not report this either.”[/color] He wondered how two people could remain unaware that they were stowaways while hiding in a cargo hull. If he were to help, he would need more details than this.

[color=FEE300]“A curse is the work of evil forces. My faith demands I help with that, but I will need the full truth of what is going on. Not just the convenient parts.”[/color] He added. There was little he could do for a mysterious illness that was near the end of its course, but a curse was something he might be able to help with. 

[color=FEE300]“Or you can shop around for healers.”[/color] He made no move to stop her if she chose to continue on her way. [/color]