Razer took a couple minutes to calm himself.  It wouldn't be good to meet up with all the others, while he had so much rage in his heart.  He counted to 20, slowly.  It was an old practice that he had started as a young Kil'garen.  Thank everything that is good, that the counting always worked.  Otherwise he wouldn't be fit to live life, much less run a kingdom back home. 

Now calm, he took a second look around his room, making damn sure he didn't forget anything.  There were his books, his mirror, a whole pile of clothes.  

He doubted that this journey would allow any opportunities to look pretty or have leisure time so that struck out the books and mirror.  The clothes well....  For the first time today, he actually looked at what he was wearing.  He frowned at the leather pants and leather vest that he had slept in and was still wearing!  

That decided it for him.  He was not going to be sleeping in the same clothes, dangerous journey or no.  Razer packed a set of clothes that were silk, red in color with gold embroidery, not caring that they weren't meant to travel in...  After a few more minutes of hard deliberation he picked a set of dark green wool clothes and a set of light blue clothes that were made for swimming and running.     
 
Putting all the clothes in a leather bag that he tied to his belt's right side, he turned for his door and left the room.  

Still wearing his leather pants and leather vest, he made his way through the various corridors and hallways of the Citadel, on his way over to the meeting place.  It was easy to get there as he had already memorized the route he would take.  

Before turning the last corner, he pulled out his quarterstaff from its secured place on his back and used it as a walking stick.  As he turned the corner, he started faking that he was limping, as he did his 'old man walking' impersonation-something that an entertainer showed him one day a while ago.

After limping about ten steps he saw the group all talking like they were friends.  He smiled at that, and continued limping/leaning on his 'walking stick' as he approached.  

Humans, a Gargantu, a Dark Human, an Elf.  [i]Never really been around a bunch like that before...[/i]He thought as 'the thought occured to him....'

Upon reaching them he greeted them in a rough grandfatherly voice, "You youngsters staying out of trouble?", he added a wink to the elf girl.      

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