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The gunslinger slowly walked towards the two. The woman was dark of face, with black and gold robes and a band with brandished a logo of sorts. The man next to her was of the Awoken race. His face was blue and showed no emotion. He was clad in red armour that looked tattered and worn.
"Excuse me, yeah hello, you there! Citizen Cain in the straight jacket. Who are you?" asked the friendly gunslinger. The man went to speak but, fearing what he might say, the woman spoke before him. "I am Ikora Rey and that," she paused for a moment and examined the man, almost unsure of her being with him, "that is Zavala". The gunslinger laughed. "Ah well if you think our names are silly what do they call you?" queried Ikora.
The gunslinger looked down and his metal turned from glowing orange to red. Finally he blubbered, "Cayde-6". Ikora gave a large grin. Zavala kept a stern expression and said nothing. "Walk with us, Cayde. We have much to discuss"...