The armored man is wary as Viluppo rushes behind him to examine the blade upon his back
"I suppose it is quite impressive," the soldier says, shifting his stane and carfully drawing his blade,
"I often forget how uncommon such tools are now." Solace adds, voice lowering to a rumble to avoid disturbing the crowd further as he rests the large sword point first in the ground, allowing the curious blue eyed youth to examine it
"I feel great pity for the bandit that attempts to turn it upon me, the steel is tuned to prevent such tomfoolery." he utters,
"Merely probing, however, will deliver no proper backlash." with that, he returns the mighty sword to its place at his back
"I suppose you could say it was a family heirloom, a set with my armor. forged by a famous member of my clan more years ago than I can count."He sighs, eyes flickering out for a brief moment
"You may call me Solace, child." the old knight says, turning to acknowledge the roguish individual who had tailed him
"I have never met this young man in my life." he extends an armoured hand to each of them, moving smoothly in spite of his armors bulk
"And I seek honest work for honest pay, I merely have a limited set of skills with which to do so." he lies, his focus shifting briefly to the worn symbol carved in the old temple wall.