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[color=FEE300]Race:[/color] Aasimar
[color=FEE300]Class:[/color] Paladin
[color=FEE300]Location:[/color] Stormrider, railing near the bar area
[color=FEE300]Interactions:[/color] Meiyu [@Tae]
[color=FEE300]Mentions:[/color] Bastion [@Oso]
[color=FEE300]Equipment:[/color] His longsword; [url=https://i.imgur.com/0dnfaQH.jpeg]Retribution[/url] and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TAGHTJ2.jpeg]healing amulet[/url]. A [url=https://i.imgur.com/92lzGaT.jpeg]backpack[/url] with supplies and his [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSHLAct.jpeg]lute[/url]. 
[color=FEE300]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/cVUVpsf.jpeg]Clothing[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/pezKStD.jpeg]gloves[/url]
[color=FEE300]Gold Balance:[/color] 97
[color=FEE300]Injuries:[/color] New injuries; concussion, fractured ribs, formerly a giant splinter in his leg - now a hastily bandaged laceration, injured shoulder, all bruised up. Old injuries include a missing eye (that now holds a mystical chunk of rock), numerous iridescent scars, and a knee that aches when it rains.
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A warforged caught his attention as the machine stood sentinel over a dragonborn who cradled his fallen child. A heartbreaking sight that echoed throughout the downed airship; too many passengers clung to loved ones who had either died during the crash or in the attack that preceded it. 

But that wasn’t why the warforged caught his eye. As sunlight began to break through the smoke of the wreckage a beam glinted off a crystal shard. A shard that rested in the center of glowing design on the machine’s chestplate. 

One that looked exactly like the pieces of crystal that had lodged themselves into Scratch, Val, and him. 

[color=FEE300][i]Strange.[/i][/color] More were affected by the shards, he wondered if the warforged had the insights he and the elf lacked. Where the crystal had come from, what it meant, and what it wanted from those its pieces now inhabited. 

He needed to speak with that warforged. 

[color=7DBC89]”Eyepatch, might I trouble you for a moment?”[/color]

A voice that was neither Scratch nor Val called out, it seemed the nickname had embedded itself to him as tightly as the chuck of crystal that rested behind the eyepatch. While the shard brought only concern and uncertainty into his life, the nickname brought a small smile to his face. 

He turned from the warforged and saw the Yuan Ti from earlier approaching. Blood stained her face from a wound on the head, as well as another wound at her side. Despite the injuries, she still moved with all the grace of a serpent. 

[color=FEE300]“It is no trouble.”[/color] Ezekiel called out as his head bowed politely and he headed towards her. His footsteps carried a sense of urgency alongside the instinctual hesitation to place his full weight on his injured leg. His head turned a couple times to keep track of where the warforged was so as not to lose him in the chaos around them. 

[color=FEE300]“May I help?”[/color] He asked once the distance had been closed with his hands hovering, but not making contact, with the obvious injuries the woman carried. [/color]