Djonn raised an eyebrow at the steady flow of other White guards who had begun to congregate outside. The two new arrivals took some of the fritters off of his hands and Djonn grabbed the last and ate it himself. Dusting off his hands and stowing his handkerchief he gave them a once over. The big one with the fancy beard he recognized as Marcel R-something, a large and strong guardsman but there was something wrong with one of his hands. The other he immediately recognized for the red sash around his waste. He was one of the Scarlet Ravens, their leader if he remembered correctly. The Ravens weren't exactly known for their good natures but last Djonn had heard this fellow had purged them of their less desirable ranks. They had to have been worth something to become a chapter of the White Guard so Djonn supposed he wasn't someone to worry too much about. Still there was something about the man that didn't jive properly with Djonn that he could not put his fingers on. 

Hoping to break the awkward silence Djonn decided to force some form of conversation. "Well look at that, it seems quite a few of us aren't the party type. Perhaps The Captain is trying to subtly purge the old, inexperienced, [i]and[/i] the unfun at the same time with this job," dropping into a more serious yet still casual tone he continued, "I've been informed by the Captain that I'll be the highest ranked officer on this mission so I suppose that means I'm something resembling 'in charge' of you people for the coming days. You seem like a solid bunch and I look forward to serving alongside you and the others, pleasure cruise or otherwise. I have only one ground rule to making sure this run goes smoothly my comrades: Don't die on me. "