Wrenu Tipolan

Wrenu, with his tendrils lagging in the air directly behind him, simply followed along quietly, leaving the masters to deal with the enormous political situation this had presented itself. Their ship, their technology and every aspect told him that this ship was entirely new. Maybe from a new sector of space? He had no idea, but he was very excited to find out. He did however, keep it to himself as they all walked along through the corridors, his natural force sensitivity feeling out to sense the emotions of the others in the group, and to a lesser extent, on the ship around them. Curiosity was the main factor he got back, but from their guide...arrogance. A hint anyway, he couldn't full read her as they stepped into their destination. He regarded the scene with a quirked brow before he slowly headed for the pastry in the middle...looked to be a cake. He wondered if it would taste like one too as he move to get ready to eat into it, if he was allowed to that is.