Arget takes a vial and uncorks it, pulling his shirt and vest free briefly and applying it thoroughly over the front and back of his heart, his stomach and bowls, pulling his hair back and putting it over his forehead as well, before waiting for it to dry.<br/><br/>Following that, he sits down, cross legged, breathing slowly.  Trying to get himself calmed, waiting for them to get under way.  He reeks of apprehension at this time, but is still holding a decent poker face...