"Hand me that crowbar, would you?" He gestured to where there were tools and supplies set neatly leaned against wood rail sleepers. "This spike is not placed properly." It absolutely was, but it was time for a bit of disruption before he took them further down the track.

Vander was not afraid nor did he shy away from giving orders. He wasn't militant about it, but he liked things to be done and would never ask anyone to do something that he himself wouldn't also do.

"Yeah, we all do what we have to do," he agreed as he stood again. "I've put a lot of people on their backs, and yeah I've been put on my back a few times. Sometimes I've even been the reason a water burial is necessary in the first place." He looked at Carver. "Do you have a weapon of choice?"