Vaelin rose from his seat, with the ship's ramp lowering he would seek to follow Thomas out. His eyes danced over the horizon as well as the country side before finally resting on the black pyramid. The scent of the food didn't catch much of his attention as he turned his gaze to Thomas and shrugged. It would seem that he wasn't to concerned in partaking of a barbecue. Mostly in a large part to that he both wasn't and he had never experience one. This was not something he would vocalize however. "Well, then in that respect. You'll need to lead on - I've not been here before." With his hands moving into his pockets. He used these anchors to keep the trench coat he was wearing wrapped around him.
