“Right on. Strings, I will find for you.” The drummer flashed a smirk, then left the table again. She slinked over to the Glen musicians to ask about different instruments. She didn’t have a translator or anything sensible like that. “Your talents know no bound, stranger. Do you know the Red Run to Rivenfrossst?” Esedel mentioned a song from the old empire, lamenting the firey destruction of the Myriad from the great city of Valor to the fortress of Rivenfrost. Esedel promptly looked back at Kvarr. Her voice quietened somewhat “What do you know of this cursed Iriad?” [hr] “I see nothing I can use right now. Unless…maybe the intercom play outside the ship?” The vocalist asked. He tried playing around with one of the interfaces by the telescopic ramp door. “Hello? Does this work?” [hr] “When my weapon is raised, you’ll know about it.” Ezra muttered. “How about these aliens stop wriggling and throwing up and shit first?” Darnell chimed in. “It's ok, we’re playing nice. Aren’t we? We’re putting our weapons away and putting the past behind us.” Zey said firmly, eyeing up everyone in the group. When Kareet mentioned slavery, the Captain glanced at the manacled S’tor. It wasn’t paying any attention - it was instead scanning the undergrowth and hills in the background. A distant sound rumbled over the crash site; it could’ve been rocks falling, or some large creature’s gravelly hunting call. “Kercha-...Kolvar. We want to hear you out. Just not here. Come back to camp with us now; it's not safe here. You don’t like these S’tor people? Maybe Itxaro and Vigdis will let you lean on them instead. Perhaps the Castigator could help. How about that?” Zey was aware that she was using her patronising talking-to-drunks voice, but doubted the aliens would know that.