<br/><strong>PC: </strong>Calathes (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=683029)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>in the feasthall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jin, Galacia, Brogan<br/><br/>Calathes nods in agreement, appearing calm, while inside he was ... terrified.<em>They are going to want to talk.  Crap.  It's ok, you can handle this.  Just be polite, try not to mumble.  We aren't hiding or under attack.  It will be fine.  Its good for you.</em>With these thoughts running through his head, the slim half-elf heads to the dormitory section to change out of his salt-encrusted clothing.<br/><br/>Only when he opens his pack does he remember that his only other clothing, aside from some small-clothes, is his armor.<em>Well, I needed to check this over anyway.</em>He carefully removes it from the waterproof bag it was stored in and quickly inspects it for water damage.  Finding none he changes quickly, politely keeping his eyes to himself so that everyone could pretend to have privacy. This done, he heads back downstairs, finds a spot with enough space for all of them and begins inspecting the rest of his gear, starting with his bow.<em>Gotta be careful.  Did water get into the glue anywhere.  Last thing I need is for it to come apart.  Looks like all the sinew is still dry, the finish held.</em>He is still absorbed in this inspection when the others arrive, though not so much that he doesn't nod a companionable hello at them.