The warmth of the past few days had not disturbed his desire to keep his cloak secured about his lithe form, and the nights held enough of a chill to make it comfortable to wear. But on this specific night, neither he, nor the cloak, would be seen amongst the pools of shadow the warehouses cast, blocking the light of the moon and lamps to allow him to travel between each alley unseen. The thick leather boots that always clad his feet moved with confidence over each uneven stone in the road, never disturbing the senses as they were borne upon a rolling, dangerously graceful gait. The man had spoken with him the day after he had confronted Travanix, and asked him to meet with him here in the eve.

The cloak had concealed him well in his travels, as he suddenly appeared when he stepped inside the warehouse that contained the May Queen, released from the shadows as if they clung to him. The cloak of frothing color struggled momentarily with the sudden influx of light reflected upon its ethereal surface, dancing with various shades of the night outside and the light of the warehouse. He paused long enough to offer Alex a wary glance, and lowered the hood of his cloak to reveal his scarred face. "I am here, just as you had asked, sir." The dip of his head was a respectful greeting, but quick, curt. Finely wrought features were crafted in a facade of stoic patience, never betraying emotion, or the awe felt when he took in the sight of the airship in front of him.

"They are a pox upon the city." Hawk's voice was level, but it contained a ferocity that echoed in his normally expressionless eyes. "I did what I had to to protect her from falling into the hands of that filth." His gaze flickered to the large balloons of the airship, glancing upon it in slight disbelief.

"If you are willing to stand against them, then I shall stand with you." From the cloak emerged a hand, lined with many scars and other marks of battle. Brandished upon the back was a dragon in gold, the ink in his skin gleaming with a luster that made it look more like metal, and his fingers splayed wide in offering.

"I am known as Hawk Jahad, though others often times refer to me as the Ranger. I am willing to do whatever is needed to rid the land of the slave trade. Whether it be publicly." A subtle, lopsided grin caressed his finely wrought features. "Or not so publicly."

"Then it is a deal." Hawk released Alex's hand after a firm shake. "I know you not." Hawk tipped his head in a firm nod to this fact.

"What I discover of these warehouses shall be your knowledge as well. I shall either deliver the information myself, or send a winged messenger to leave a missive. I shall only come in person when I know that you are in this place alone." He said with a gesture to the warehouse that contained Alex's airship. "And fear not, I shall know when you are alone here or when you have unwanted company." The Ranger said this with all certainty in his staunch baritone voice.

For a moment Hawk considered, thinking back to his many encounters with Travanix. "There is one who I know who is most infamous around these parts. I have no information on him. Yet." Quiet anger flared within his tempered gaze. "It would be most unfortunate if someone discovered the location of his warehouses, and used that to knowledge to their advantage." He said sarcastically. "I shall gather what information I can, and deliver it here to you in two to three nights time."

The Ranger dipped his torso forward slight in a bow. "Peace upon yours, Alexander Tolby." With that he turned from the man and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, and was out of sight as soon as he stepped through the warehouse doors.