[h3][color=silver][center]Alexander Valerian - Diver's Paradise (Southern Gate)[/center][/color][/h3][hr]
[@tex][@Hatman1801][@Jensoman][@Sessamaru]

Alex scowled at Alvios' arrival, rolling his eyes as the speeches continued. Rather than listen, he kicked at the dirt, scratched at his beard, and messed around with the knife he carried. Since it looked like he wasn't going to get to fight any time soon, he was [i]bored[/i]. In most cases, this was the sort of thing he would have paid attention to. Then again, the old man had reinforced his demands for attention with a sturdy stick. There was something about being hit on the wrists and ankles over and over that made you sit up and listen close. All in all it meant he missed the specifics of the 'rules' as they were laid out, and any additional intelligence on the Junkers they were after. It didn't really bother him, he would just go with the flow like he always had.

Before joining the others in moving on, Alex made a stop at the pile of supplies. His pack was currently flat and if the supplies were meant for them he figured it at least meant he wouldn't have to hunt or forage along the way. He filled the leather bag with simple food, strapping his blanket and a large canteen of water to the sides. The weight didn't bother him all that much, though it would probably tire him throughout the day. Still, he had dealt with worse. Ready to go, he made his way back the group that was heading out.

As he caught up, he heard someone ask what they were in for. [i][color=silver]Maybe there wasn't as much info as I thought. Whatever, might as well listen this time. Nothing better to do.[/color][/i] Alex fell in behind Jake and the black-haired guy, arms crossed while he walked.