"Your outfit? But..." the Aasimar slowly lowered his blanket, revealing his face that was almost as a carved statue, a wide mouth that often smiled but for the moment was set in confusion, nose and chin exactly the right size and sharpness, and golden pupils. His entire face seemed to be covered in a somewhat golden glow. "Candalor Sunspeaker, miss! Descendant and servant of the great Pelor!" He made a deep bow, and when he stood back up, rising to his full muscular height of 6' 4", he tried his best to keep his eyes locked on her face. "At your service!"