"Seems as if everyone is fairly awake..."<br/><br/>Vhaern's head crowned above the steps, steadily rising as he walked the stairs up onto the deck to join the assembled party. He looked rather dashing, strapped into his armor, as he was. It was all just as much an exercise in vanity as it was in amplifying his powers as he understood them; the armor that is. A half of a chest plate, enough to cover his shoulders and pecs and what wasn't clad in light plate was veiled behind a curtain of chain mail. Pieces ran down his arms and ended at his elbows, met there by cuffs around his forearms and leather gloves with bits of plate and light pink, almost white, looking stone fixed over the backs of his hands.<br/><br/>He wore his pistols right at his hips, they nearly touched, barrels pointed cross just above his groin and sagging the loose fitting trousers he'd found to replace the ones that'd been bloodied and ruined during their stay aboard the pirate ship.<br/><br/>Vhaern crossed his arms, leaning just inside the entryway...<br/><br/>"What're we discussing, anyway?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>