A half-elven man with luxuriant beard* and some odd sailor's knots tied in his Katapeshi-style turban stops at the conversation he overhears. He gives a sideways, half-sad smile at the topic. "The Silver Crusade isn't going to judge if you arrive at their door looking to do good," the man says to them. "Freedom is fine, but not much good without purpose and clarity. If you want to do lasting good, you join the Crusade and guide people along the path. If you want to unmoor them and turn them adrift in a world that doesn't much care what current grabs them after they've been released."
He gives a small shrug. "If your heart is strong and your intentions are pure, the Crusade will forgive your past... infractions. There is not so much darkness in the world that every bit of light won't be appreciated or put to use. And you'd be surprised at the changes of heart that can occur in even the most hardened of criminals." His faces darkens more, as if embarrassed by a memory. "Redemption is always available," he says quickly, before leaving swiftly, hand on his scimitar.
