Ah, the good old Ruby Sanctum. How many times has he been here, over the years? In utterly different circumstances, in utterly different times, but nevertheless, the paladin seemed perfectly at home here.

In fact, he was a downright flurry of activity, hustling around the dragonshrine with a seeming desire to talk to everyone. He had weak heals to spare, but plenty of them so long as he let himself recover between casts, so he sought out the other Dragonsworn who seemed like they might be injured in particular. But still, he looked like he belonged, which was more than most of them could say.