Lorenor carefully studied the red-head from his position in the city.

She was an interesting person...that was for sure. She can fly...she has wings. That would be perfect for my duty I have to fulfill. Better than waiting around for something to happen anyway. Lorenor thought to himself as he looked at the red-head with a strong expression of curiosity. Truth be told, Lorenor preferred men as bed-companions but when a celestial being showed up like that, all bets were off the table. His glowing blue eyes narrowed as he looked he looked at the girl when she landed back at the spot she started.

Lorenor stood up and began to walk towards her.

There were other adventures, other times...he'd met people with wings like that.

Some were sinister some were not.

The afternoon sun kissed the land below with it's eternal glow. Lorenor knew that the lands of Raiaera were war-ravaged from the remnant forces of a mad Necromancer. The land was recovering from that situation though and the people native to her boarders were in the process of rebuilding. Lorenor was a short and stout fellow, built like a tank. Built for soaking up tremendous amounts of damage and protecting allies. Protecting allies...that was a portion of his ancient Paladin's oath. The oath he'd sworn in the presence of Sei Orlouge. Back when he was another wretched Undead, struggling for the scraps from N'Jal. Lorenor looked at the girl with wings for a long moment.

"You have an interesting glow about yourself." Lorenor said. He was dashing and somewhat handsome for an Undead, impossibly old. His eyes had a fierce intellect about them and glowed blue. He had pale skin that was hidden beneath his heavy armour. He carried a heavy sword and shield as well. His armour was emblazoned with the marks of the Ixian Knights... an old guild that was no longer in any official record books of operation. However, Lorenor knew that old habits died hard. Lorenor noticed the girl had a particular scent...he couldn't quite place it but the scent reminded the old man of something else. Something he'd experienced a long time ago. The memory was there, haunting him but he left it unspoken. "Name's Lorenor, I'm one of those Paladin folks." Lorenor said with a soft smile. He looked at the girl and remembered his manners. "You must be hungry after that impressive flight just now." Lorenor nodded. "Would you like a drink or perhaps a meal?" Lorenor said carefully, inviting the girl out to lunch with him. It would have been nice to have some company for a change...