[u]As the party roars on through the night, Bjorn leans on a column, a solemn look on his un-masked face. Instead of a formal suit or some other type of clothing for a fancy occasion, he wears the set of armor that has never been seen taken off, nor will hopefully be taken off. To compensate for said appearance, Bjorn has polished his armor to an almost blinding radiance. The light reflects off of his armor in an almost incandescent splendor. Bjorn's gun is not on him, but his sword and it's sheath remain by his side. He looks around the party, seemingly resentful of the other joyful guests. He mumbles to himself, a bit annoyed.[/u] "[i]What occasion do these people have to feel so happy? Without reason, at the whim of an invitation, they suddenly are encumbered by joy and merriment. With no reason to celebrate, they shouldn't celebrate in the first place.[/i]"