Brushing himself clean of the last of the dirt, Ebron delivers a splendid courtly bow to the paladin. "Ebron Stavros, of the Empyreal Guardians, at your service." His shadow, barely visible in the flickering light, hunches and brandishes its claws instead.<br/><br/>To Melisandre, he adds, "Perfectly alright, thank you. I wasn't in any real danger down there, just a great inconvenience preventing me from helping you out up above."