Every evening, the tall, winged, man invites all those who seem to be in the most difficult of circumstances to join him for the daily meals. While the food is not fine or fancy, neither is it bland or coarse. All are welcome at his table, even though he only feeds those previously described). If there are more people in need than he can feed, then he offers does what he can to see that everyone gets at least something to eat, even if that means going hungry himself. At each evening he speaks kindly to his guests, seeking to alieve their sufferings while encouraging them to show greater kindness to those around them so that all may be uplifted.
His face is young, his short red hair stands up at odd angles, and he moves with powerful strides, that is, when he walks. Generally he flies or hovers wherever he goes, using his gold feathered wings to move him with unparalleled grace and ease. But his eyes...his eyes are what draw your attention. Their amber hue is uninterrupted, lacking any striation or flaw making them almost appear as though they were pupiled amber stones, floating in the milky white of his eyes and bespeaks an age far beyond that of his outward appearance.
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