Israel walked the street of Baldur's Gate, paying the stunned gazes of the citizens no mind - it was normal for an Aasimar to get these kinds of surprised looks, especially in a city.

He was looking for...wait, what was he looking for? He had forgotten, as he had frozen at a...sight to behold. A sight as bright as his gold. His brown feathered wings quivered. He wanted to buy the man something.