Demvarien D'Lyrandar, Half-Elf Knight Phantom (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=655976), Location: Navigation Room, The<em>Blaze</em><br/><div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/037/8/6/Portrait___Einar_by_Lleayhe.jpg) (http://lleayhe.deviantart.com/art/Portrait-Einar-153175219)</div><br/>Demvarien was the first of the<em>Blaze</em>mercenaries to enter the navigation room. He offered Vandros a soft smile. "Well, I think I can take a guess at the purpose of this meeting. Are you going to inform us what we are<em>truly</em>here for, Derram?" he asked, "This is way below our typical contract fees and our level of expertise. There's got to be more." The half-elf was dressed for battle, though Vandros seldom saw him otherwise. His armor was well-maintained, the chainmail rings gleaming in the dim light while the leather plates glowed more softly. He wore his forest green coat over the armor, the signature garment of the Knights Phantom, and his sword and dagger were belted at his hips. Still, his new allegiance was shown on the knee-length jacket as well; near his throat, it was clasped together by a brooch bearing the coat of arms of House Lyrandar. Demvarien's long, black hair was pulled back from his face into a ponytail, meant to keep it out of his eyes. The arcanist took a few steps forward, grasped one of the chairs around the central table, and pulled it back before having a seat, tugging at his coat until it was no longer caught under him and ensuring that his blade was positioned comfortably. He lifted his right leg, resting it on his left knee, and folded his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for the rest of their group to arrive.