Rene and Solae exchanged looks. Neither of the wanted to lead, certainly they had both been born to it, but following their own inclinations they would have both chosen to lead simpler lives. What the Syshin suggested made sense in their frame of reference but the broader political implications were problematic. It was, marginally, acceptable for Rene to be Solae's consort but even that limited roll was likely to cause her headaches in the future. It might be understood that he would wield the power of counsel to his partner, but taking on official power, even in a situation like the Syshin was a more dangerous question. Whether Rene would be seen as an evil adviser advancing himself at the cost of the people, or a Cappelan lording it over the local aristocracy largely depended on the bent of whomever was spinning the story.

Not for the first time Rene wished they were free to choose their own destiny, without having to run every choice and action through the myriad political ramifications it might have, but a fish might as well wish it could fly. Of course, Rene thought, there were the rare exceptions that could. The idea cheered him considerably. 

"Speaking of your people, were you able to make anything out of the records you found on the Bonaventure?" he asked, expertly changing the subject. It was not abandoned, but something he and Solae would need to discuss in private before they did so infront of her retainers. Yarue's face fell somewhat at the question.

"Little," he confessed, "The records are ..." The Syshin struggled for the words.

"Incomplete, fabricated, filed by idiots?" Rene prompted. The Syshin nodded at the last.

"There is automated data and the occasional note, but nothing that makes things clear," the Syshin responded. Rene pondered that for a moment. 

"Why don't you as Mia to take a look with you, it isn't quite the same but she has a great deal of experience in piecing together facts and theories from fairly limited information," he told Yarue. The AI could extrapolate a thesis worth of data from the phrasing of an RSVP and the twitch of an eyelash, Rene was fairly certain it was up to reconstructing the rudimentary files of a couple of degenerate space pirates.

There was a gentle tone at the door and a moment later it wavered out of existence revealing a slender but relatively diminutive Kalderi. Gender was still be no means certain, but Rene's mind instinctively classified this one as female. She wore a flowing robe of plane white save for gold thread that had been bound around her wings in a lose netting that formed an intricate cats cradle.

"Greetings," she said in flawless if exotic sounding Standard. Solae stood and offered her greetings and Rene followed suit.

"I am Kel'shaiei," the Kalderi said lowering her eyes deferentially to Solae.

"I am to be your guide in matters of protocol for tonight's dance, we do not wish you to be intimidated by unfamiliar customs."