Reaper stepped out from the shadows behind Tarika and looked around. "The rebels aren't here yet?" he asked and stepped next to her, pulling his hood back. He looked at her and smiled carefully. He gad to admit... He had a kind of a crush towards Tani, but he really didn't know what to think of the other skins Tarika used.
The rebels walked quiety down the street, both of them holding saddlebags on their shoulders. They were obviously ready for a long journey. The paladin led the way towards their meeting place with slow steps, as thy didn't want to draw attention to themselves
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan