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"To the Silver Crusade! Because even scruffy-lookin' convicts like me can be redeemed," Kazamir says with a smirk.

"We were able to do some more like you, Kazamir, right here in Absalom. If your heart is true, we have a place for you!" And the giggle that follows is more than a little undignified.

The young paladin calls back to the senior Silver Crusader. "I don't think they need too much, Rhon! But they do have jewelry for showing and selling."

She wipes her hands on a towel, rings on each finger flashing in the light, and moves up a little shyly. Her eyes fasten to the rings on display, and she stills as she looks them over, eyes widening.

"Well, do you need help or something? I mean, of course, come on in. You can have shelter here! But, do you need help? Because, you know, that's something we do here. Help people."

Ary seems a little light on her feet, and the sword at her side fits right in with the sword-and-sunburst of Iomedae hanging from her neck. She looks around behind her, and then pulls the door wide open. "I think dinner's been all cleaned up, but if you are hungry, we'll find something. Oh! Look at your clothes, we'll be able to clean and mend those. Come in, come in. Are you thirsty, too? We have good beer, but if you want cocktails, I can get those ready." She steps back, and sweeps her hand to indicate they should come in.

"If you want someone to talk to, I'll go fetch someone. But I don't know who's around right now."