Daerune sat at the freeport restaurant with a device on hand, his fingers rubbing at the scruff of his beard in thought as his gaze continued out the window. having groomed and prepared, he sat in what would be considered formal wear which was in part that his other clothing was a little to casual for the meeting of others. rolling up his sleeve he started to use the PDA device strapped to his forearm to relay a message, after which in sending he took headphone plugs from his pocket, plugging them in as he listened to music to kill the time, his eyes fixated on the background image on the PDA of his twin brother.