Remy continued to mind his business, but was nowhere as positive as before. He couldn't stand fall outs between group members, especially so early on in their journey. The arrival of Arngeir was a breath of fresh air, one that helped blow any hostility away, even if only for now. Remy saw a couple of the others beginning to get ready. "No dinner it would seem. Hmmm... I guess it could wait. Nothing like some good old fashioned training. Though I am pretty hungry. But eating a wondrous meal after a long day would seem more practical. Yet if I'm cooking, calling the meal wondrous would make me seem a tad pretentious. Wait, my suit!"
He ran to his room to quickly change out of the formal clothes he was in, putting on a more combat-ready attire. He brought along a sleeveless leather vest and boots, while keeping on the pants he already wore. Naturally, he kept his tie on as well. If he didn't appear small and scrawny before, the training gear would make it more than obvious. He stepped outside and joined the others. "I'm prime for combat!" He smiled at the Greybeard. Remy appeared as more of an adolescent trying on his gear for the first time as opposed to a seasoned warrior. Regardless, he thought he looked pretty menacing at least.
