Einar nodded in response to Ion, even as the warrior gripped the Old Knight's forearm, "Well met, Ion." Then, as Ion began moving about the ship, inspecting the state of the vessel , the Warrior of Velusia turned to the other members of the band as they began to board the ship. Einar watched as the Lord Demise began working on the orb, and moved to stand beside him. The Knight-Protector was a familiar face to the boy, Lucan, an almost ever-present figure around the Queen Reinne. While Einar shared a fondness for the boy, however, he was rarely able to express as much. He came off as a silent, brooding warrior ... and to a child, that was perhaps menacing. Nevertheless, in these times of darkness, after what Lucan had gone through, Lucan would no doubt need a familiar face ... and a good sword to defend him.
"I would not put so much trust in a Darkthorne, it's in their nature to stab their allies in the back..."
A brow lofted at Vahn's words, and Einar stalked across the planks of the 'Eclipse' to come to the Lord Demise's side. "I recall men saying the same of you, Vahn, before we left on this journey ... I know what it is to be Darkthorne, forget that not. And I also know what it is to walk the path of redemption ... Ion will prove valuable and honorable, of this I am sure. And considering what it is we are about to face, we will need every sword we can get."
With that, Einar would walk off towards the bow of the 'Eclipse', his grey eyes looking out towards the vast sands of the Darkthorne Territory, his hand rising up to his chest, fingers wrapping around the amulet at his throat. I am coming, Reinne, I am coming ...