| In contrast to simple woodsman, sitting in another lounge chair appears to be a refined city dweller, apparently Khovaire by the slight point of ears. He wears an acceptable smoking jacket and matching lounge suit, all accented slightly in blue-green. A keen eye will notice that his vest buttons are decorated with lightning bolts. A leather satchel, common amongst House Jorasco doctors, sits by his feet.
Removing a cigar from his breast coat, the man almost lights it until a look from their host stops him. Still holding it, but unlit, the man speaks in a strong baritone. "Doctor Soldaris Lyrandar, though most of my men just call me 'Doc.' A pleasure to met you all, I am sure. It is... unusual for one in my circle to be called upon by such an esteemed personage"---a nod at Father Mikel---"and I am curious to see how I may be of service." With that, Doc puts the cigar in his mouth and begins absently chewing it, his keen sky-blue eyes on the rest. | 
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