The dusty nighttime air swirling around the bar left an unpleasantly gritty residue on the filters of his armor as he listened to the ebb and flow of the patrons. As the night pressed on, several conversations transpired and many people entered. Through it all, one voice rang out clear and plain, a woman asking for assistance on an expedition. Several people volunteered as he contemplated joining the expedition. Ignoring the loud hunter and most everyone in the bar as a whole, he emerged from the corner of the room and strode to the crowd, the commanding sound of the footfalls drew some attention and cleared a small path through the little crowd. As he passed through the crowd, he gripped the cloak, which had kept his identity fairly well concealed out here in hostile territory, and lifted it off and dropped it to the floor revealing his black and red striped power armor with the sigil of the Brotherhood of Steel emblazoned on the chest. Removing his helmet and placing it under his arm, he spoke.

[color=blue]"I am Paladin Lord Ezekiel Crane of the Brotherhood of Steel. You may call me Omen. I will join you on this expedition. You shall have my blade."[/color]

Shifting the massive blade on his back and the laser rifle in a holster also on his back he stood waiting for someone to start shooting.