| "Aye, that seems like a good start," the fellow in chainmail and a red cloak chips in. He looks and sounds kind of rough, but his gear shows a military sharpness. He's a short human, broad, and very muscular, biceps lef exposed by the chain shirt. His eyes, hair, and skin are all shades of brown, with hazel eyes, dark tan skin, short hair of light brown, and a goatee.
"Oh, and you can call me Keizaan," he adds after a moment. His hands rest on the haft of his glaive, and he stands at attention. Whenever they start moving, he follows at a march. | 
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