The greenhouses were full of roses. The paladin in their midst was admirably suited to his surroundings. Nothing in his movements or his gaze towards the flowers could tell of a modicum of his skills as a gardener, but the man's fine aristocratic features, long rich curls and aura matched the leaves and petal shapes of the buds perfectly.

He turns to you immediately without making a single abrupt or foolish movement. Whitish eyebrows are raised in slight surprise before the swordsman smiles and places his palm to his heart, bowing briefly.

"May the Light be with you, my dear."