"Ozymandias," Aimery explained, feeling somewhat reassured by that smile. There was a distinctly fanboyish tone to his voice (not that he knew that term yet) as he continued, "He's a man who goes about in the evenings in a costume like this one, stopping muggings, thefts, assaults and the like. Kept me from having worse than a bloody nose a few weeks back."

He paused, then nodded his head slightly, a pointing-at gesture with his chin, "Apologies, but I don't recognize your costume either."