To everyone's relief, the boat looks to actually be in better shape than the dock. It has the smell of old fish still on it, mixed with the smell of pine tar recently used to make minor touch-up repairs. While the dock might be a convenience, the boat is Hollus' livelihood.
Hollus pushes the boat off away from the dock. The morning takes on a quiet, peaceful quality, with the only sound being the lap of the water on the hull and the occasional distant sound of noise from the shore. Hollus points Fera and Albus towards oars near their seats, and the two muscular members of the part soon have the boat moving at a good clip.
"Yep, Garcus is a good man. A clever man, mind you. He's sharp with his deals, and though I never feel I've been tricked by him, there are others more bitter. Then, it's every mans responsibility in trade to look out for himself, isn't it?"
"So, whatcha looking for over at Icecreek? I haven't been out that way myself for a while now. Don't want to intrude on their fishing grounds, you know. Besides, I found myself a nice enough nook where there aren't any settlements on the north shore anyway."
OOC: With most armors, there is a separate layer of cloth and padding that keeps the metal bits from grinding, burning, and generally being mean to your skin and/or more civilian undergarments. So removing the armor and stripping down to the padding layer is pretty easy and non-titilating.