<div class="floatleft">(http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g89/ForestMagi/Chars/erlking_zps224f3150.jpg)</div>Phalaenopsys had been happily cleaning the ship's kitchen prior to landing, humming quietly to himself and bobbing his head back and forth. Unlike his fellow crew, he preferred not to buckle himself in except during emergencies, and a simple landing hardly qualified as an emergency. He had only barely finished latching the last cupboard closed when the ship shook to signify they'd arrived and landed. He chuckled to himself as he steadied himself against the counter, a creaking laugh that sounded like wood splintering, and wiped his hands on his apron as he left the kitchen for the bridge. He rubbed what one might call his his hip, as it had been banged somewhat hard into the counter on the landing, but it was barely an injury at all, and certainly nothing that would impede the trip.<br/><br/>Phalaenopsys lumbered through the ship steadily and at a leisurely pace, his revolver nestled in his waist holster and off-ship bag slung over his shoulder. It held basically as much as he could carry comfortably, and somehow managed to hold it all without ripping at the seams. It clanked quietly as he walked, the pot from his cooking kit hitting gently against the utensils and plate in his mess kit. He briefly considered re-packing the bag to stuff his cloak in between them to stop the noise, but after walking a few more paces decided it made a nice little tune, and he hummed quietly in time to the clunks. The sound of the others preparing for departure echoed faintly around the ship, primarily Maud lumbering around in his heavy boots (though, he had to admit, the large fellow could be surprisingly light on his feet when he wanted to be).<br/><br/>Deciding it would be best to just meet everyone outside, he made directly for the cargo exit. He was, somehow, the last one out of the ship; he'd been going much more slowly than he'd realised, and only caught the last of Mera's speech. "<strong>I suppose I'll stay in the middle, then? I brought snacks.</strong>" he said, though it was rather quiet even for him, and he went back to humming the tune of his clanking gear while rooting around in his bag. He paused as ERN rattled off fashion advice, and raised the closest thing he had to an eyebrow. "<strong>I don't think either Maud or Mera needs stripes in either direction...<strong>"</strong></strong>he mumbled, before extracting 5 flaming stones from his bag. He cleared his throat loudly... Well, loudly for him, but it was more the fact that it sounded like branches snapping than the volume that tended to get the attention. "<strong>I picked these up before we left. Ioun Torches. In case we get separated and you need a light.</strong>" he said, passing one to each of the others, "<strong>They should still float, but I haven't tested them.</strong>"