I figured if might be time to start fleshing out Cedric's story a little bit, perhaps with little insights of how others see - or have seen - him. Here's a little titbit. I wonder if it makes him more of a paladin or simply muddies the waters further:
Through the eyes of others, Pt.1
Cedric wiped his mouth and smiled at the shocked expression on Magnus' face, before hooking his foot around a stool and pulling it in front of the younger man. "Sit down," he said, much less sternly than before. For a moment it looked like Magnus would refuse, but then he dropped into the seat, carefully avoiding the table with the spilled ale on it. Cedric smiled inwardly at the fastidiousness and leaned forward. "So Madam Catherine told you where you could find me?"
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Catherine counted the coins for the second time to make sure, before placing them back in the bag. Then she opened a ledger, took a pen and settled down to her daily calculations. Just as she was finishing, there was a polite knock on the door.
"Come in," said Catherine, closing the ledger.
Alyssa entered."Excuse me, Catherine. Is Cedric still here?"
"No, he left awhile ago. Why?"
"Oh, Maya just came by to see him. She'll be disappointed."
Catherine laughed. "Why am I not surprised?"
Alyssa also grinned, before saying, "Well, you can't really blame the girl. She'd still be working the bars and rolling drunks if it wasn't for him - and you."
Catherine waved away the compliment. "I couldn't have done it without him." After a moment's pause, she smiled again and said, "And with Maya it isn't just gratitude. She's not the first one who owes him, and she won't be the last, but she's the only one who shows up to meet him whenever he's in town."
"True," said Alyssa. "Plus he was always especially fond of her. Heck, I almost expected them to get married."
"Not Cedric," said Catherine. "He always told me that he'd never make a woman a widow."
"Well," said Alyssa, "I might as well go tell her he's left. Will he be back?"
"Not till next month, I think," said Catherine, as the other woman began to open the door, and then stopped. Looking back at the madam, Alyssa asked, "Do you think Maya and he have...?"
Catherine smiled at her curiosity and said, "Not since she left. He won't touch a girl who has got out."
"Interesting," said Alyssa, and left.
As the door closed behind her, Catherine silently mouthed to herself, "Yes, he certainly is." The madam leaned back in her chair and mused for a moment, her expression turning distant and cold while she thought about what she had experienced years ago, when she had been a prostitute herself. She thought of the incredible luck that got her out of the profession, and her vow to enable as many as she could to do so. For a moment she considered the possibility of just dividing the money she had among all the girls and telling them to get out and on with their lives, but then dismissed it with a sigh. A month and they'd be penniless and back on the streets she'd plucked them off. One step at a time, she told herself, as she did daily, one step at a time.
With a sigh, she turned back to her ledger, before her eyes fell on the bag. A small smile quirked her lips. That would be more than enough to get at least one of them out immediately, as soon the arrangements could be made. "Bless you, Cedric," she said quietly, before opening the ledger again.