Varon sighed as he slowly sat up. He had been laying down on the opened bedroll, thinking for a little bit, after he had finished his rest for the night. The hat resting on his face as he lay back slipped to fall down onto his lap, where he silently picked it up setting it back up on his head. His white hair a bit ruffled by his rest, he ran his other hand's fingers through it a few times to straighten the worst out of it, then getting off the bedroll.<br/><br/>"Morning, sunshines." He nod to the group and smirked, grasping the bottom of his bedroll and squeezing it, starting to wrap it back together and reaching aside for the two straps. Varon silently observed the others, casting looks under the shadow of his hat, while moving to tie the bedroll up to the small links under his backpack so he could carry it along without trouble. He silently checked his pockets briefly, finally pulling off his coat and setting it down on top of the backpack, followed by the shirt.<br/><br/>The elven man was lightly tanned, his body evenly flexible and firm, but showing the workout of a man that knew about running away from folks he didn't want catching him and fighting back to the wall against some people. He slid the rapier and its sheath through the link in his belt, securing them to his side, then attacking the dagger with its straps to his right arm, at a height his jacket's sleeve usually covered up. Bare-chested, he looked around a moment before muttering. "I should not undress in the dark then redress in a hurry. I just thought it would be nice to sleep without the rings pattern in my skin today." He moved his backpack and looked around a moment, before snapping his fingers and reaching to the side of his backpack, opening a side-pocket.<br/><br/>Pulling out the mithril chainshirt, he smiled, lifting it up and sliding his arms into the short sleeves, pulling it down on his body and humming briefly. Smirk across his face, although his lips were the highest point of his face that was visible, given the hat had pretty much flattened on his head while pulling the chain shirt down on him like that. He lifted the hat off his head briefly, giving the hat a tug and slapping it against his thigh briefly before setting it back onto his head, the tough fabric back in proper place and shape. Lifting it off momentarily while tugging a shirt off was easy, but when he pulled the shirt back on again, he had to momentarily rest it on the handle of his rapier. No sense trying to flatten a good hat twice in a day, especially not on purpose.<br/><br/>The shirt on him again, he felt more comfortable, tugging the jacket in place and lifting the quiver and the bow. Hooking the quiver at his left flank to the belt, and setting the composite longbow to rest against his backpack nearby. Casting a look at Nevin, he smirked a bit and shook his head.<br/><br/>"I don't know, but if anyone's hungry yet, I got four days worth of rations still left. Mostly dried meat and fruits. " Shrugging faintly, he looked around, being a bit more serious than usual. The whole last misadventure had him a bit humbled, for a few more minutes at least, so he didn't feel like tossing up any bad bantering right away.