Candalor blinked, looked around, and then blinked again. All these decorations to greet the visitors made one feel warm and welcomed, and the spirits rose in the gold-skinned man. Surely, this was a good place to start the questee! He wasn't overly concerned with Mr. Ox over there. After his trip out on the sea, he had grown rather accustomed to see the big lug on deck, and perhaps quite fond. While they hardly exchanged so much as a word, the Paladin somehow felt assured the feeling was mutual.<br/><br/>His eyes noticed a woman who seemed to have issues with her clothing. Apparently, all the poor woman could afford was this very thin blue robe, it seems, and it totally failed at disguising her body. With large steps, the man walked over to her, and let both his backpack and the pack that contained his armor on the ground. He quickly retrieved his winter blanket from his backpack, and then cleared his throat. "Uhm, miss, do you realize your attire is... Err, how shall I put this?" The sun god's descendant was at a loss for words, and if his skin did not have this golden hue, it would have been red with shame. Instead, he spread out the winter blanket, and held it out in front of her, signaling that she could borrow it to cover herself up.<br/><br/>That the woman's interest was entirely with the cat was something that went totally unnoticed to poor Candalor.