Arngeirr swifty disrobes, removing his trousers to leave himself standing in a pair of tight black shorts.  Sweat runs down his body in rivulets, casting him in a warm golden aura in the light of the sun, which has begun to set.  He removes his shoes as well, and quick as a flash presents his folded trousers to Valenti, shows setting neat atop them.<br/><br/>"No need, brother," Arngeirr says, "I always dress in layers.  This, I find, is suitable for exercises.  I believe it should not bee too troubling for the monks of Buzzia."