<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/zZRRpKP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Fields<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Florentian streets<br/><strong>With:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Alex had little in the way of gifts or stirring speeches. And there was a lack of religious knowledge that was apparent when he listened a little more curiously to the paladin. His talents aside from fighting fit a bit of a different nature, though he as attentive enough to follow every conversation going on, eye darting from person to person. “Nonsense.” he added briefly after Brynn spoke. “You’re here because these people trust their lives in your hands. I’d consider that rather important, you know.” He said after a moment, shaking his head. The energetic red haired woman then burst in, giving a haphazard explanation to the goggles. “Well, that’s interesting. Do we have enough pairs to go around? If it helped, I technically only need half a pair.” Tapping at his eyepatch, he gave a wry smile. “You can’t into what’s not there afterall.” It was meant in humor, but he did hope they had enough pairs for everyone that might need them. “The truth is, I feel we’re going into this rushed. I worry for our safety. If we fail there, will anyone else take up this torch?” He didn’t sound that hopeful they would. “But, the other truth is because no one else seems willing to try like you lot are, like I guess some of my new friends here are. You lot’ll need someone looking at things a little more realistically to keep you all safe.”<br/><br/>When things went silent,  here were... other things. He remembered the rain pouring down on him and her, The flash of searing pain, of a failure already. A promise he made to someone else, a promise that would not be forgotten and one that he would uphold till he had found what he was looking for. Maybe it was just the Nu Mou’s words, or perhaps it was the way he closed his eye, reflecting on the past that made him reflect on that day. He wasn’t going to back out of a promise he kept, even if it that time had passed. “’Sides... I figure I always wanted to be a hero.” he mused, his voice a little more somber for a moment. “Plus, if the bombastic Viticella is right, we’ll be able to work this potential trap against them, they won’t know we have an ace in the sleeve.”