Gravius did not like his new Lord captain, in fact Gravius intensely DISLIKED Horatio Drake. In his mind, Drake was like every other Trader noble, pompous, paranoid and generally full of himself. The way that Lord captain Drake answered Gravius's question, sneering and patronizing, was no way a human, high born or not, should speak to a blessed Navigator... it was going to be a long descent to the outpost. The way he looked at Gravius when he spoke... in it was the contempt with which mam beheld mutant.

Obviously Gravius did not dignify Horatio with a response and merely nodded, hiding a glare with his hood. As the small group embarked on the craft that would bring them to Outpost 57 Gravius decided he would tell the Lord captain of the portents in the Emperor's tarot, which would either make him nervous, or laugh at the Navigator. Gravius intentionally sat almost directly across from Drake intent on showing that he would not back down from the Lord captains accusations. As the ship shuttered and hummed, Gravius continued to pray, though now it was more for luck that there would be few complications on the grimy station below.

[b]"Navigator Gravius, tell me for I can not be certain of the reasoning, but how came you to be in my service?I realize that I hired you, of course, but it was Mr. Briggs who came to know your particulars. I would be equally interested to know."[/b] Gravius sighed under his breath, not that he could easily have been heard if he had shouted his sigh, but more because Gravius had been waiting for the question for awhile... and he was not a good liar. "I'm surprised Mr. Briggs didn't inform you, though he clearly informed someone as one of my attendants overheard your loose lipped deck hands gossiping about it. I will tell you flatly Lord captain, I am in exile because I murdered another Navigator in my own house. It was, in truth, not what I had expected to happen when I confronted him over being a disgusting heretic... Though now that I look back on it the outcome of his death was inevitable, it's my exile that makes no sense." That should satisfy the bastard. Gravius sighed again, "I do have... news of a sort Lord captain, about the tarot if you would hear it." Gravius did not want to be stuck in a small space with Horatio much longer, and truly hope they would arrive at the outpost in due haste.