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Solomon Grayson

"Justice can only be served by the living."

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a character in “Unlikely Partnership”, as played by Dae Mec

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Name: Solomon Grayson. Many people simply call him Sol or Gray, and he is known as the Gray Knight.

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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The picture is of Solomon in full uniform, which he rarely wears. He is tall and powerfully built. Sol has scars running up and down his torso from his days on the streets. He also has a scar on his face, and he's vague about how he got it. Sol looks very intimidating, though his appearance is somewhat misleading.

Personality: Sol is a very caring individual. He often brings home stray animals and people to his home, giving them shelter and food. This, coupled with his exceptionally rigid sense of honor, makes it very difficult for him say no to anyone in need. He'll try to help people even if they don't ask him to, much to the annoyance of his roommate. Sol holds himself to ridiculously high standards and is unceasingly harsh on himself when he fails to meet them. He often wonders if he will every be good enough. He struggles very hard to be the kind of man his late mentor was, and Sol absolutely refuses to judge anyone by anything but their actions. He tries to see the best in people, but a voice in his head always points out the worst. Sol is reckless when others are in danger and doesn't follow orders.

His childhood has caused him to become very accepting of all races and statuses, and he never tolerates prejudice. He is genial, open, and enjoys being around all kinds people. He can strike up a conversation with a beggar or a lord and feel perfectly at ease. Sol has many friends and acquaintances, but is somewhat oblivious. He finds it hard to believe that people genuinely like him. Surprisingly, his sense of humor is sarcastic, deadpan, and grim. Sol will often crack a particularly pessimistic joke with a smile and will do it while facing the enemy.

Likes:
  • Animals: Sol loves all animals, and he brings wounded birds, cats, lizards, etc. He has a special spot for dogs, though. Sol is dead-set on finding a hound and raising it. But with all the adventuring he does, Sol rarely has the time to take care of an animal for more than a few days.
  • People: Sol has seen the best and worst in civilization but prefers to see the best. Despite his pessimistic words, he believes that when given the choice, most people will do the right thing. He enjoys talking to people from all classes and races. He's very awkward around children, however. Sol doesn't exactly know how to treat them. Kids seem to like him well enough.
  • Combat: He can't help it. Sol absolutely savors a good fight. Whether a friendly spar or a battle, sometime primitive in him just relishes every part, from beginning to end.
  • Warm beds: He has never taken these for granted. Sol's favorite thing to do at the end of the day is fall into a soft bed and fall into a deep sleep.
  • Mornings: He's an early bird, and he wakes up very early. If he can, Sol watches the sunrise. Dawn and the immediate hours after are his preferred hours.
  • Plays: Theater is Sol's version of a guilty pleasure. He enjoys watching and reading it, and he considers a well-written play to be a window into the psyche.

Dislikes:
  • Unnecessary violence and death: Combat is one thing, violence is another. Sol abhors violence for the sake of violence. Hurting a person for no reason is despicable, in his opinion. Sol tries not to kill people but understands that it's sometimes necessary. Killing someone needlessly is absolutely detestable.
  • Prejudice: Judging a person by something other than their character is something that makes Sol very annoyed. Acting on that prejudice makes him furious. He will defend people against prejudice, even if it means risking his own well-being.
  • Stuck-up people: If you think Sol will respect you because of your status, family, or reputation, you are sorely mistaken.
  • Abuse of power: He hates it when people shirk their responsibility or use it for their own game. His tendency to act on his dislike has gotten him in trouble in the past.
  • Squeaky noises: High-pitched sounds drive Sol insane. If he can, he'll leave the room to get away from them.
  • Sweet foods: He never ate sweet foods when he was younger, and Sol has never gotten used to them. Sweets taste very strange to him.
  • Rain: It makes everything cold and wet. Getting soaked puts him in a very bad mood.

Weapon(s):
  • Sword: Sol carries a long sword, also known as a hand-and-a-half sword or a "bastard sword." He has trained with it extensively and uses it like an extension of his body. His sword is of special dwarfish make, light, sharp, and almost unbreakable. It was a gift from his old teacher and is one of his prized possessions.
  • Daggers: Although he is mainly a swordsman, Sol keeps several knives just in case. He is skilled at street-fighting, and he knows how useful a small knife can be.


Strengths: His height and reach are huge advantages in close combat, which is his specialty. Sol has extensive training in sword-fighting and much experience in street fighting. He is both quick and powerful, as well as nearly fearless. Sol's combination of formal and informal training makes him a formidable opponent.

Weaknesses: Sol's pretty useless at long-range combat. His experience with magic is very limited. Compared to other races, humans have terrible night vision. His large build makes him absolutely terrible at infiltration and other similar missions.

Fears: His greatest fear is being unable to protect those he cares about. Sol fears that everything he does may not matter. He also has a crippling fear that he may never be good enough. An almost-fear is his dislike of thunderstorms.

History: Sol was born in the worst part of the slums. Unlike many children born to unmarried women, Sol's mother decided to raise him instead of casting him out to the streets. The presence of his loving mother was what kept Sol from running completely wild and sliding into the vicious cycle of crime that afflicted many destitute youngsters. Despite this, Sol still had a harsh and unforgiving childhood, looked down upon by the fellow slum-dwellers for his mother's status, and excluded from the street urchin's circles because of the presence of a mother.

He fought frequently with boys and sometimes men to defend himself and his mother. He became a distinguished street-fighter and could hold his own against several opponents. During his early teens, Sol started to grow bitter and resentful, even more so after his mother passed away. He would have been ensnared by underworld once and for all, had it not been for one man.

At the age of fourteen, Sol was noticed by an old but renowned knight during a hunt for a particularly wanted rogue mage. Sir Dewar of Alamen witnessed a scuffle between Sol and several older boys and was astonished at the skill that the boy displayed. The knight then grabbed Sol and forced him into a duel with him. Sol had never used a sword before, but he proved to be just as natural with the weapon as he was with his fists. After a match that lasted maybe two minutes, Sir Dewar defeated Sol and brought him to the center of the capital.

Much to everyone's surprise, Sir Dewar announced that he would train Sol to become a knight. For the next seven years, Sol trained hard, and his reputation as a skilled warrior spread. It was with Sir Dewar that Sol learned of honor and morals. Slowly, Sol grew into a mature and kind-hearted individual, following the example of his mentor and late mother. His abilities and natural sense of justice lent itself well to knighthood. At age twenty-one, Sol was officially knighted. Barely a month later, Sir Dewar passed away.

Sol tried serving under a variety of lords, but he found that his ideals did not lend themselves to the tasks that the nobility assigned. Furthermore, though Sol's prowess was considerable, many high-ranking nobles looked down upon Sol for his low status. Sickened and disgusted, Sol left the traditional knighthood to become a lone knight. He became an adventurer, helping the common people the best he could. Sol was now truly able to follow his own moral guidelines.

Several years after becoming an adventurer, he took a quest to defeat a manticore that was terrorizing a small town. Unknown to him, the adventure hall had mistakenly assigned the same mission to another mage. The ferocious manticore caused Sol and the mage Hazel Rook to team up in order to defeat it. The two discovered that they made excellent partners, and a partnership was born. Hazel and Sol had been working together ever since. Although they tended to argue a lot, Sol considered her to be his best friend. Then, certain events caused a new member to join their team...

So begins...

Solomon Grayson's Story

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Marigola Rosegrove Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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Even at the early hour, the capital of Daihne's streets were filled with people. People of every one of Daihne's many races. Even a Dark Elf was present, but if people knew, things would go from organized to chaos in an instant. It was market day, and if Keefar got caught by the wrong people, it would end very quickly. The Dark Elf wore a cloak of forest green, something that blended in with his former home. The cloak covered three things, his dark skin, his white hair, and the blood seeping from several cuts and slicing on his body. He had just been chased out of his former home in the forest just outside the capital. A group of Wood Elves had decided that they wanted to live there, and didn't want to share with the man that was already living there. So they hurt him and chased him out. Keefar had no other choice but to turn to help in the capital. A city that, like all others, hated Dark Elves.

He was hoping to seek refuge at one of the churches. Because they wouldn't freak out and attack the moment they saw him. And he may be able to use the whole, help everyone in the name of the goddess Isara thing against them. So that is why Keefar gracefully weaved his way through the crowds of market day. As tense as the bow that was slung across his back. He hated crowds and was not too happy about this situation. With every step he took people bumped into him or got too close, making certain that the adrenaline filled Dark Elf stayed adrenaline filled. It was great for the pain, but terrible for the bleeding. And the bleeding was going to kill him a lot faster than the pain.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he got through the worst of the crowds and could relax a little bit. He no longer had to worry about people knocking the hood off his head. But now was the hard part. Finding a church. He had never been in the capital before and had no idea where he was going. So he would just have to walk until he found it. Because he couldn't risk asking for help, for they may see under his hood. And then Keefar really wouldn't have a chance at surviving.

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Sol pushed through the crowds, using his height to his advantage. He was on the lookout for supplies. Hazel wanted to stock up before heading on to their next quest, so she had sent him to buy some. Honestly, Sol didn’t understand why he had to do the shopping. Hazel was much better at bargaining than he was. If only she wasn’t so keen on staying inside…

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a cloaked figure. Sol immediately narrowed his eyes. Everything about the person just screamed suspicious. The person was tense and anxious. hiding under the hood as if it was his only lifeline. Supplies forgotten, Sol trailed the cloaked being and followed him away from the market towards the less crowded parts of the city.

Sol walked closer, hand on his sword. Since there weren't many people around, Sol could safely confront the person. Hopefully, whoever-it-was wouldn't make a scene. But even if the cloaked man did, Sol was confident he could handle him.

“Excuse me, sir,” said Sol. “What are you doing?” He reached out to grab the person’s shoulder. Then, Sol looked down and realized that the person’s cloak was stained with blood.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson

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Keefar was already a bundle of nerves, so when somebody reached out and grabbed his shoulder, he jumped and shuddered. He hated it when people touched him, it instantly brought goosebumps to his skin and was overall just uncomfortable. He hadn't gotten much in the way of interaction with people in the past thirty years. So the sensation might as well have been new to him. He whipped around, just barely making sure to keep his face covered, coming face to face with a man holding a sword. Which did nothing to help his adrenaline situation. He was pretty sure that if he didn't calm down soon, he'd bleed to death. The Dark Elf took a few steps back, creating some distance between him and the man with the sword. All he could do is hope the man didn't see that he was a Dark Elf, and could somehow talk his way out of the situation. "J-just walking. Is it illegal now?"

Not the best of starts. Actually it was terrible. The stutter at the beginning just further showed his nervousness in the situation, and he probably managed to piss the man off. Keefar was pretty sure he could outrun the man with his natural Elvish speed if needed. But he would not be able to keep his hood on the entire time. And he still didn't know where one of the churches of Isara was. The disciples of the goddess of love were his only chance at staying alive, even if just a little longer. Not that he had much to live for in the first place.

He had lost everyone that could even be considered family. He didn't know where the closest Dark Elf community was. He had no home to return to. And now he was being confronted by a man with a sword. Things were looking pretty bad in a day that he thought couldn't get any worse.

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The person whirled around. "J-just walking. Is it illegal now?" answered the figure apprehensively.

Sol frowned as he examined the person, not answering the question. He attempted to peer under the hood as he tried to see individual's face. He barely managed to catch a glimpse of dark skin, white hair, and... pointed ears. Holy mother of Isara, was that a Dark Elf? And from the look of it, he was seriously injured. This was very bad.

"Stay quiet and come with me," said Sol, his voice low. They weren't very far from Sol's place, and they could probably make it their without attracting attention. At most, it would talk five minutes. His hand tightened around the sword. If anyone spotted the dark elf, there was a very high chance of turmoil. After all, they were in a sector with a fairly high Wood Elf population. Sol stepped closer to the him, trying to shield the elf from any potential watchers.

More blood was seeping into the cloak. Sol doubted that the elf would survive without medical attention. "Quickly!" he muttered. They were causing a scene. More and more curious looks were being sent in their direction. He offered his hand for support, prepared to lead the elf to his home.

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The man told Keefar to stay quiet and follow him. The Dark Elf wasn't sure why, but he didn't like it. He wasn't going to follow a stranger, not with what he was. Then it dawned on him, the man knew, the man saw under his hood and he took a few steps back. Was the man trying to lead him somewhere quiet so he could kill him? But why would he need to, he could kill the Dark Elf anywhere and nobody would care. So why would be want him to go somewhere with him?

Keefar took a deep breath. Blood loss was starting to cause him to panic. More adrenaline wasn't going to help his situation, he had to calm down and think. He was going to die at this rate because he couldn't find a church in time. And they may not even offer him help since he's a Dark Elf. This man may kill him, but he could also help him. There was still a chance of that. So Keefar's only choice was to go with the man, it was his only chance to survive.

The man told him to hurry and offered him a hand. He just have noticed that Keefar was hurt. The Dark Elf gave him a small nod, but didn't accept the hand, as he didn't like contact with other people. "Lead the way." He said softly.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson

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Sol started walking, trying not to travel faster than a jog. Every few seconds, he glanced back to make sure that the elf was still behind him. Sol felt slightly uncomfortable because the injured man was behind him, instead of in front. It would be harder to react to any unexpected danger when the elf was out of his vision. Sol deliberately slowed down, walking next to him, prepared to help if needed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that people were gawking. For some unfathomable reason, Sol had a reputation, and they were probably wondering who the figure next to him was. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice that the stranger was a Dark Elf. That would cause a lot of problems, especially to the elf's health. Well, the person next to him could simply be a dark skinned human with white hair and slightly misshapen ears... but that wasn't very likely, was it? And Sol wasn't about to bet anyone's life on those odds.

They were almost there. He quickly waved to one of his adventurer friends and picked up the pace. The slightly faster speed couldn't be good for the elf's injuries, but it would be worse to be discovered. The closer they were to his place, the more likely someone would want to stop Sol to say hello and inquire after the stranger next to him.

Finally, they reached his house. "We're here," said Solomon, his voice low. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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Even from her room upstairs Hazel could hear Sol unlocking the door, along with... not one, but two sets of footsteps. The mage was all too familiar with her friend's habit of bringing in unexpected guests out of charity and kindness. It wasn't a bad thing, of course, but it also meant having to buy a lot more medical supplies than one might think, and those were neither cheap nor easy to come by. With a weary sigh, Hazel decided to go downstairs and see who it was. Might as well get it over with, after all.

"Alright, who did you bring in this... time...?" Hazel stopped dead in her tracks once she was who this mystery guest was, or more accurately, what. Standing before her was a dark elf, something Hazel had only heard of through the rumours that were spread about them, as well as the stories her grandfather used to tell her, the latter putting them in a more favourable light. Perhaps this one was more like one of the few he had met in his travels?

Snapping back to reality, Hazel finally noticed that the elf had been injured, and judging from the way that he was starting to sway on his feet a little, he needed treatment fast. Giving a nod to Solomon, she hurried back upstairs to fetch bandages and whatever medicaments were necessary. She would have words with Sol about this later, but for now tending to the elf's wounds took priority.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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Keefar followed behind the man, trying to memorize the way they were taking in case he needed to make a quick escape. He noticed that the man kept looking at him and eventually slowed down to keep pace with the injured Dark Elf. Keefar wasn't offended by it in the slightest, he was grateful actually. He was beginning to feel light headed from the blood loss. The Wood Elves had done a number on him.

When they picked up the pace, Keefar's body was not happy about it. But he understood why the man was doing it. So he didn't complain at all and simply kept up with the man. By the time they reached what appeared be the man's house, the Dark Elf was breathing heavily, his injured body worn out by the walk. But still he didn't complain, and thanked the man when he said that they had arrived.

When the door was opened Keefar hesitated, he could already feel the claustrophobia kicking in. He had never been inside a house before, living his entire life in the forest. The thought of having walls around him was a bit nerve wracking. But he needed the help, and he couldn't get it where people could see him. So he took a deep breath and slipped inside, trying to steady his breathing.

He turned to see a young woman when she spoke, and nodded politely in her direction. He was hoping that she was as tolerant as the man seemed to be about his race. And that she wasn't going to get a weapon. With the woman gone doing who knows what, he turned his attention back to the man. "I must thank you for doing what you are doing. Not many would even considering helping my kind."

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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"Alright, who did you bring in this... time...?" said Hazel, trailing off as she noticed the stranger. After looking at the injuries, she ran to grab the medical supplies. Sol smiled slightly. Despite her grumbling, Hazel was still willing to help anyone he "brought in." Sol considered himself lucky to have a partner like her.

"I must thank you for doing what you are doing. Not many would even considering helping my kind," murmured the elf. Sol rubbed his shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's not a big deal. I only did what's right." Sol noticed that the Dark Elf was standing unnaturally still, almost froze except for his breathing. Sol gestured to one of the chairs. "Would you like a seat?" The knight looked closely, frowning the extent of the elf's injuries. His face grew dark at the cruelty. And since the victim was a Dark Elf, the authorities weren't likely to do anything even if the perpetrators were caught. The entire situation reeked of injustice.

Suddenly, Sol realized that he didn't know the elf's name, and the elf didn't know his. "I'm sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Solomon Grayson. Most people call me Sol or Gray. I'm a knight in the Adventurer's Guild." He waved in the direction that Hazel had went. "And that's my partner, Mage Hazel Rook."

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Hazel returned with everything she needed to tend to the wounded elf, glad to see that he'd already been seated. Placing the supplies on a table, she helped the stranger take off his cloak in order to get a better look at the injuries. Looked like the work of weapons and not beasts, but who could have attacked the dark elf? Okay, probably damn near anyone who set their eyes on him, but still... it was something that might be worth finding out.

"So what brings a dark elf all the way out here? And who attacked you, anyway?" the mage asked as she cleaned the elf's wounds with a damp cloth. When that was done, Hazel applied a salve to reduce the pain and help with healing before bandaging the injuries. Thankfully, Sol's habit of bringing in people had given her ample opportunity to practise healing, even if it wasn't the sort that involved magic.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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Only doing what was right. Unfortunately, to most that was different when dealing with a Dark Elf. Even though they were living beings like everyone else. The name of the race was really why people hated them so much. That and the few evil Dark Elves. If you looked at it, there were more evil beings in any other race than Dark Elves. But people weren't willing to look past the name, which was given to them because they were darker skinned and paler haired than other elves. It reminded the man who named them of the night sky, their yellow eyes only strengthening that.

Keefar accepted the seat when it was given to him. Though his mind was still on the walls that were surrounding him. He let out a relieved breath and he was able to let his body rest. He didn't know for how long, but for the time being he didn't have to worry about that. Out of respect, and because it just seemed like the right thing to do, Keefar removed his weapons from his person. Setting his bow, quiver, and hunting knives on the floor next to the chair. When the man gave his name, and that of the woman's, the Dark Elf rose to his feet and gave the man a graceful bow. Even in his condition, Keefar still possessed an Elves' natural grace. "I am Keefar a hunter of the forest."

He settled back down in the chair after introducing himself to Solomon and Hazel who was just coming back down the stairs at that time. He accepted Hazel's help with removing his cloak and sat as still as he could as she began treating his wounds. Though it was hard for him to do, he wanted to jump away from the touch. As it was, he was as tense as a bow. Hazel asked him several questions, ones that he didn't really want to answer. He didn't trust the humans yet, and had a good reason not to. But they were helping him, so he would answer her questions for now. "I live in the forests just outside the city, so I didn't come from very far. I was attacked by a group of Wood Elves who wanted the forest as their home. Even though I've been there for the past 120 years. I came into the city to seek out the followers of Isara and possibly get some help. But, as you can guess, my plans have changed."

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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"I am Keefar, a hunter of the forest," said the elf quietly. Sol nodded in response, and he watched as Hazel began binding Keefar's injuries.

"So what brings a dark elf all the way out here? And who attacked you, anyway?" Hazel asked.

"I live in the forests just outside the city, so I didn't come from very far. I was attacked by a group of Wood Elves who wanted the forest as their home, even though I've been there for the past 120 years. I came into the city to seek out the followers of Isara and possibly get some help. But, as you can guess, my plans have changed," answered Keefar.

"I'm guessing they have." Sol crossed his arms and sighed. "Although the followers of Isara would definitely take you in... they'd only care for you long enough for your injuries to heal. I don't mean any offense, but I don't think you would last very long on the streets. You would probably be captured and executions immediately. The Church of Isara aside, there aren't many places you could stay."

Sol frowned as he considered Keefar's options. Although the Dark Elf probably wasn't guilty, he would be treated as such. There were only three options for a guilty man in Daihne. Execution, monkhood, or... sponsorship. Could it work? Someone who committed a crime against the state could work as an adventurer, serving the common people. The accused had to have two sponsors in good standing for that to work, and the crime couldn't be severe.

"Well," said Sol slowly. "If you want to stay in Daihne, you could become a monk in the service of Isara. Or, you could be an adventurer." The knight glanced at Hazel before he continued. "You would need two sponsors and the approval of the local Guildmaster. It would be hard work, but you would be under the protection of the Guild. Of course, there's always the option of fleeing Daihne. The northern lands are sparely populated. Not many people would bother you there. Then again, the Wood Elves who attacked you might follow you there..."

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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All it took was that one glance from Sol for Hazel to understand what her friend was getting at. The dark elf, Keefar, wouldn't last too long out there even without the injuries he sustained earlier. Perhaps it could actually work? After all, the two of them were among the Guild's finest, so it would be somewhat unlikely for their judgement to be openly challenged.

"We'd be eligible for sponsoring him, but there's still the matter of the Guildmaster to consider. If Keefar has what it takes, then hopefully he should become an approved member within about a day or so," she said to the knight. "Still, I think we should probably let him rest for a while before we pay the Guild a visit." With her job to patch up the dark elf done and dusted, Hazel went back upstairs to her room.

For a brief moment, the mage wondered if she should ask Sol where their guest would be sleeping, but... well, they had a spare room they used for storage, and the elf was his guest, after all. He was perfectly capable of putting two and two together.

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Character Portrait: Keefar Character Portrait: Solomon Grayson Character Portrait: Hazel Rook

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The more the man Sol spoke, the worse it sounded for Keefar. His adrenaline filled mind hadn't thought this far ahead. What was he suppose to do after his wounds healed? It wasn't in his nature to simply lay down and die, and that would be what he was doing if he decided to stay in the city and live in hiding. It would be impossible to do so. Monkhood sounded absolutely terrible. Dedicating ones life to act a very specific way, and being confined to the suffocating walls of a temple. He had lived in Daihne his entire life and he wasn't leaving now. Adventuring was really the only option. He could fight, he could survive, it wouldn't be too different than the life he already lived.

But, how was a Dark Elf to get sponsors? Keefar was terrible at reading people, so he didn't even consider the option that Sol and Hazel would be willing to do it. They had done so much for him already, he didn't think they would do anymore. Especially considering who he was. Then Hazel spoke and he understood. They would be willing to sponsor him. The thought that these humans were going to such great lengths to help him was dizzying.

You know, either that or the blood loss. He watched as Hazel left and then addressed Sol. "I suppose, adventuring is my only option, if you are willing to sponsor me. I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation because you showed kindness to a Dark Elf." The last sentence had a hint of bitterness in it. He didn't hate humans for what they did, but he wasn't exactly fond of them either. These two people were raising his opinion of humans by far. But he also had to remember that not all humans are like these two.

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"We'd be eligible for sponsoring him, but there's still the matter of the Guildmaster to consider. If Keefar has what it takes, then hopefully he should become an approved member within about a day or so," Hazel said to the knight. "Still, I think we should probably let him rest for a while before we pay the Guild a visit."

"That's true. We should let Keefar rest before visiting the Guild. Hopefully, the Guildmaster won't object too much." Sol watched Hazel walk upstairs, a faint smile of exasperation as she left without another word. She never did care for pointless niceties.

The knight turned to Keefar, who seemed to have thought it over.

"I suppose adventuring is my only option, if you are willing to sponsor me. I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation because you showed kindness to a Dark Elf," said the elf with a hint of bitterness.

Sol crossed his arms, a slight shadow over his normally cheerful face as he was reminded of his childhood. He had spent it in the worst part of the slums, where the vilest specimens of all the races dwelt. Sol hadn't been much better than the others, back then. He probably wouldn't have 'risen above' the rest, had not his mother and Sir Dewar helped him.

Hadn't Sol said the exact same words to the elderly knight? All you had to do was switch out "Dark Elf" with "street urchin." Sol knew the look in Keefar's eyes. It was the similar to the expressions he had seen in the rathole of his youth, where everyone was marginalized and spit on by the others. The difference was that the elf still had a fierce independence and pride that the others had lacked. And Sol had no doubt that Keefar had probably been through more than most people had in the hovel.

Sol sweeped the grim thoughts away and smiled again. "Hazel and I would be happy to sponsor you. And don't worry about our reputations. They don't matter at all." Sol scanned the elf critically. "You look like you're about to collapse. As Hazel said, you should rest. You could..." He paused. The spare room they normally used for guests wasn't ready. Well, looked like Sol would have to sleep on the rickety and lumpy couch they kept in the back. "You could stay in my room," finished Sol. "I can show you where it is."