Ilnesh pockets the circlet and shifts back as he leaves. It could come in useful at some point, as a backup for the others at least.
The morning of the trip, he decides it is best to appear nonthreatening, and takes the guise of a dignified older man, white receding hair, sunken eyes and a sharply trimmed beard. He overlays his leathers with a fur-lined colorful cloak, tucking away his daggers within. His pack is light, holding only his essentials. Still, he hands it off to servant and stands off to the side of the deck, hands clasped behind his back.
Seeing Vosnak emerge onboard, he approaches to let his new form be identified. "It will likely be months before we see this place again. Have everything you need?"