<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Aten Marlowe</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/15RW9l1-kdi1U_p6TrvCCoAbEAKuMV4KyKxnD-dlWCKA/edit)<br/><br/>Aten Marlow was a young man in his prime, powerfully built and handsome.  With long hair and great attention to grooming, there was a bit of a nobleman's air about him, but to look at his hands--cracked and calloused from intensive sword training and hard labor alike--was enough to dispel that illusion.<br/><br/>Or was it?  He wore expensive scale mail with little wear and tear, and carried a kite shield with few dents or dings.  His long sword, held across his lap where he sat with the ease of a bachelor lion, had gold leaf on the quillons, and a house insignia as well.  The dagger in his boot, whip wrapped from shoulder to hip, and javelin cased by his shied were more serviceable in nature.<br/><br/>Perhaps the heavy holy symbol he wore on a thick copper chain around his neck best summed him up.  The sun iconography spoke of a god of law, and discipline, and order.  Of a society where nobles and soldiers gave peace and prosperity and were rewarded with renown and privilege.<br/><br/>Blue eyes with golden flecks wandered the wagon, and his newly minted companions.  "I must confess..." he said after a moment, "That I almost regret not walking.  A lifetime of drill and study has not prepared me for leisure or luxury...  Even when the leisure in question is riding in a bumpy wagon 'til called upon to scout, and the luxury in question is a canvas roof to keep off the rain.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.  There was so much hullabaloo when we all met, I don't remember any of your names  I'm Aten Marlow, priest of the sun faith and roving don."