I see, and there were no strings attached? No ill effects of this tattoo?

[He doesn't trust this tattoo.

Fenris moves forward and does his best to count, finding the right set of bunks and pulling a chest out from under it with ease of a man who's got more strength in his body than he initially looks to.

There is nothing to hide, once he opens the chest, the first thing he retrieves is his Blade of Mercy, a great sword that is nearly as tall and wide as he is, yet he handles it with complete ease. He tests the weight and looks it over, making sure it's in proper condition before pulling his armour out.

With no shame, he starts to undress and redress in his armour. His body did not always belong to himself, so he finds himself without the same modesty most others would have.]

And I thank you for your help, it was invaluable.