The silver man furrowed his brow at the anouncement of that he would be working with a paladin with some intruige.  He squeezed Coppermane's hand lightly, then kissed her on the knuckles.<br/><br/>He dropped her hand then to step up to the Changeling and dipped a bow.  "Well met, Kir."  His voice was as confident as the great hammer at his side was heavy, just as Coppermane had known him in thier weak together, but then it wasn't.  His next words were just as naive and hopeful as a child.  "Forgive me, but...  If you're a paladin, is it true you can sense good and evil?  I've been told it before, but never achieved either one.  I was once told I'd moved further down the path to humanity than anyone before but..." he shrugs massive shoulders, even as his voice is whistrul, then finishes, "People little more than machienes seem to find that level of humanity while I simply exist."<br/><br/>Had she looked upon him a week before, as he stalked copper mane, perhaps she would have read evil in his intentions, if not his soul.  Perhaps she would have simply read ignorance.  Now, though, he treasured her more than anything else in his life, certainly more than any confusing concept of morality, and his ethics were no more advanced than a child's.<br/><br/>So she was likely to simply draw a blank when she read him.