Fuzzy: Tusk Planning Meeting (Central District)
Ethankos is a large, fleshy, giant of a man, dark of skin and hairless, with shoulders broad and stomach thick. When he moves, it is with deliberate movements as if each step were part of a ceremony or ritual, and when he speaks his voice is sure and deep, inspiring confidence, a smile dancing about his lips.
He seems to pay little attention to Henry's speech and announcement of his engagement, save for a momentary pursing of his lips as he learns that Cyrus has returned to Ringbridge, instead surveying the chamber, taking the measure of those present, though he is happy enough to raise a glass with the others to the toast and drinks like a man who savours life's pleasures.
The various business negotiations being conducted at the gathering do not interest him, nor the arrival of the ship, though the discussion regarding the swamp witch garner a flicker of curiosity until Pipre's revelations dampens it.
Andalon's introductions, however bring a widening of that smile and he offers a firm handshake to both the priest and his acolyte, revealing a brand upon his palm in the shape of a spiral, the symbol of Pharasma, the Lady of Graves and Mother of Souls.
"The Lord-Warden's introduction was kind ... I am indeed a priest of Pharasma, but while most of my brothers and sisters prefer to concentrate their efforts on the, ah, more pleasurable duties of our faith - celebrating births, marriages, even death rites as joyous occasions to be accompanied by most worthy chanting and singing ... I do not."
"I am duty bound to take charge of the darker, more disturbing matters that trouble our faith. Unquiet spirits ... ghosts and the unliving. Such as those that Henry's expeditions have encountered, if the reports I've heard back in Restov hold a grain of truth." Ethankos pauses, dragging his hand slowly over his hairless skull.
"A dead man barring passage across a river, seeking sacrifices in payment. A priest steeped in the darkest evil who called upon his foul god to command the dead from their graves. An evil knight risen from the dead ..." he nods towards Henry who had imparted that news, showing that perhaps he had paid more attention that it seemed.
"I am not here to disturb the sleep of your settlers, Chancellor, is it ? Merely to ensure that troubled souls are returned to their rest."