[b][center][h2]Bradacharchle
Aboard the Carrion[/h2][/center][/b]
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	[b]T[/b]he Erkani stared curiously at the projection of the Will, tilting their head this way and that as though its contents would sift into place to produce an answer. Steepling their fingers, the alien spoke with hesitation, choosing the words one-by one. "The Empress had clearly set her mind upon this some time ago; the date lies closer to her birth than death; perhaps it is a significant date? My knowledge of recent trivia is... scarce. What was the date of her grandfather's death? And the grave. Twice, the grave - is it her grandfather's grave? Or the old grave beside which they spoke, or perhaps two graves - both, or neither?"

	[b]T[/b]he alien looked at their new comrades, each engaged in their own games with each other, with stakes and rules irrelevant to the alien. The haggard one, the military man, seemed stubborn; quick to anger; emotional. The smoker was an unfortunate presence; nothing personal, just the smoke, distracting, choking, ultimately poisonous. Hard to focus on his other attributes. The pilot... hard to know anything about the pilot, yet. And the last, the fighter, was paying attention to the smoker, perhaps irritated by the smoke as well. Perhaps not. Hard to tell, human body language did not translate as cleanly as most of their [i]written[/i] languages.