[h2][center]Nathaniel Durand[/center][/h2][hr]
Nate’s head would snap to the movement of the ex-ganger, his expression softening for a brief moment at the familiar face, only for his hailing to attract the attention of yet more lurking among so much piled junk. [color=DAA520]“Samuel—”[/color] he started, before he realized they were not alone outside of the van.

His eyes flash, his vision filling with the glow of living souls and the patterns of the His creation coming into clear view. When his hand rests on that cold metal under his jacket below his armpit, it holds for a moment before lowering back to his side. This wasn’t a suit that was liable to appear, and if he was fallen, he wasn’t carrying the taint on his soul.

The templar saw the game of cards laid out before the man, almost disappointed to realize it was not one of the more popular among their kind. Tarots and arcana of even more esoteric provenance was usually the expectation. The man playing the game was almost hard for him to see, a blurred silhouette even in his divine-guided eyes, but His light pierces even the deepest shadow. He was awakened, and even as his form flickered in and out of Nate’s mind, the knight was at ease.

[color=DAA520]“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think these chips are going to be giving you much more than questions. I’m here for answers, not a payday.” [/color]He says smoothly. 

The fourth face was much more casual, and he’d even crack a smirk [color=DAA520]“’Bout a block and a half down, and not past a security gate.”[/color] He say with a small shake of his head, turning back toward the van. [color=DAA520]“This is starting to feel like a trap. I’d suggest getting out here and stating your business.”[/color] He’d call out again to the vehicle.