[color=E0D6C0] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wFqApY1.png[/img][/center]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fXzi00H.gif[/img][hr][h1][b][color=30A4D9]Bastion[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

[center][color=30A4D9][b]Race:[/b][/color] Warforged
[color=30A4D9][b]Class:[/b][/color] Guardian
[color=30A4D9][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Kraken's Wake, on the floor, surrounded by fragments of wooden chair
[color=30A4D9][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Phia [@princess]
[color=30A4D9][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]  
[hider=equipment][color=F9D972]☼[/color] Tower Shield  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Greatsword made of Glacium (A material as hard as steel, yet formed from eternally frozen ice.)
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Titan Chain – A reinforced tow chain housed in his left palm, functioning as a powerful grappling hook.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Aged Leather Satchel   
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn but cherished scarf
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Maintenance Kit .
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Heavy-duty rations (for companions, not himself).  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A delicate glass figurine of a bird—an old keepsake.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] A locked, timeworn journal—contents unknown.  [/hider]
[color=30A4D9][b]Attire:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Etched and weathered ivory metal plating with bronze accents.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Fitted harness for carrying supplies.  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Worn scarf 
[color=30A4D9][b]Gold Balance:[/b][/color] 36 gold
[color=30A4D9][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]  
[color=F9D972]☼[/color] Left shoulder was injured in the battle and is still leaking fluid.  
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For a moment the Warforged simply stood where Corin had placed him, large hands hanging at his sides as his arcane lenses adjusted to the shifting light of the room. The laughter that had filled the air only seconds earlier had already begun to dissolve back into the usual tavern noise. 

As Phia moved towards him, his optics settled, the faint blue glow within them softening as they focused. She had moved quickly, weaving through the crowded tavern floor without hesitation until she stood before him.

[color=F97FCA]“Bastion?”[/color]

The sound of his name seemed to anchor him fully back in the present. His head tilted slightly, studying her face as he clocked the concern in both her voice and expression. 

[color=F97FCA]“Are you hurt?”[/color]

The Warforged glanced down briefly at the shattered remains of the chair scattered around his feet. The fall had not really damaged him in any significant way. At least, not enough to cause any kind of malfunctions. However, parts of him were still in disrepair from the battle in the sky and the crashing of the airship. He looked to the wound on his shoulder that still had the slightest bit of his alchemical fluid leaking from it. 
 
Then his gaze lifted back to her.

[color=30A4D9]“I am… operational.”[/color] His voice carried its usual calm mechanical cadence, though it was quieter than before. After a moment he added, with mild analytical certainty…

[color=30A4D9]“The chair appears to have suffered the greater damage.”[/color]

His head tilted again slightly, a small motion that resembled curiosity. For several seconds Bastion simply looked at her. Then, as though remembering something important, he asked in return,

[color=30A4D9]“And you…are you unharmed, Phia?”[/color][/color]