[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]
Resting an elbow upon the dusty windowsill the bards sharp steely blue eyes gazed out the dirty glass towards the flying machine the strange toadmen began to make quite the fuss about. Gabriel had propped his hand neath' the nape of his neck and on his chin, listening to Zav his gaze flicked to her.

"[color=6ecff6]You're an odd one Zav, but your hearts in the right place...Every rhyme has a reason, an' my tale ain't a pleasant one.[/color]" the half-elf spoke vaguely with a distant look upon his expression staring into the faint reflection in the window "[color=6ecff6]But I ain't one to launch into long-winded tales like an old tottering man, I just...I've just got scars, on my mind and body the kind no magic can heal.[/color]" the hand on his chin traced the outline of the scar that marred the side of his face.

"[color=6ecff6]We all come from different walks of life, and aye fate seems to have bound our tales together, now I dunno if it's as philosophical as you makes it sound but I can agree that we all have to face the ugliness to see the truth.[/color]" gingerly he gave Zavakri a light pat on the shoulder before he turned from the windowsill. 

"[color=6ecff6]'Accidents' like that only remind me of a life I drink to forget, but maybe I've been living in the past too long.[/color]" Gabriel smiled, and though he didn't say it he clearly seemed thankful to have the present company, maybe adventuring was his purpose now instead of living by the pay of contracts on the road for a meager living to run away from the past.

Maybe he deserved to remember his promise to lead a better life, maybe he could be a better man or maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself "[color=6ecff6]Thanks for putting things into perspective.[/color]"