When Brother Elijah Darme offered a hand to the Barbarian in the guise of a Cleric, Vergil extended his own hand to shake, he always believed in a firm shake, some might say an overly firm shake.<strong>"Vergil, just Vergil."</strong><br/><br/>As they were joined by another, then another, he took note that quite a little group had formed.<strong>"I've been needing a new jacket, five lions would pay it nicely."</strong>he smiled, the gleam of interest and desire for adventure sparkling in his eye.