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Venari greets the Venture captain warmly, finally noticing the splashes from their tea mug and wiping it with the sleeve of their ragged coat. Nodding along they breathe a sigh, "Ambassador sitting duty eh? Sounds nice and easy!" they laugh, finishing off the cake they had taken. The Damai listens to Shokil's information with a wide smile - "Got it - no 'pressgang' humour! Hylax is alright, so long as Celly doesn't wince every time the ambassador speaks!"
"Can't think of any question - do what they require, play nice and get back for tea - hope the evening's spread matches!"
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Shokil nods to Venari, and then glances at the rapidly diminishing food supplies on the table.
"Do they have any particular dietry requirements we might want to be awae of?" he asks.
Then, after a pause adds. "And why does the ambassador of a peace loving people carry around a whacking great hammer?"
Celly was looking forward to Baila's answer when the door opened revealing Chiskisk. ...
I'd rather have a diplomatic mission than a bug hunt ..... ooops ... sorry sir ... that was rather ... rude of me she sighed as her 'glow' dimmed a bit. A trox .... Maybe I'm going to have to lie on my own couch for a while.
Soooo .... does this gentlebeing have any foibles that we should know about? .. and .. where does he? she? it? they .... how does one address this ambassador ...... want to go?
Chiskisk cocks his head and looks very directly at Celly while she speaks. "I apologize for any discomfort or inconvenience this mission may cause you, agent. My choices for personnel were limited by the spontaneity of the ambassador's request, and the other Venture Captains, whose requisitions are apparently more important than mine."
"You, in particular, were chosen for your religious affinity with the Hammer. The Forever Queen is an odd choice of deity for one with an metaphysical allergy to insectoid species. I will see the allergy is noted in your file. However, there is no time to replace you on this mission.
"The ambassador may be addressed as Ambassador, Your Honor, or the Hammer of Hylax. During my negotiations I found she responded best when addressed in third person. Does one understand?"
When Celly finishes with the disk ..., it suddenly seems to ... float straight into Skorpahlich's hand. The pale vesk skims the contents ….
"How do we know this one isn't one of the spies you mentioned?"
When Skorpahlich speaks, Chiskisk turns to face the odd vesk directly. The shirren straightens up suddenly, adding another 15 centimeters to its height. It's arms flare slightly from its body.
"After weeks of work by my staff and myself, and several days of personal negotiation, I am quite sure that the ambassador is no spy.
"If my assurance is not good enough for you, at least take care to conceal any such suspicions from her. She is an exceedingly gentle, refined, and sensitive sentient."
"While I was out with the Bro's last night, I overheard some interesting stories.." ..."The trox are another multiarmed race. You know, sometimes I think it would be handy to have more arms."
He shrugs, red eyed. "Ouch, too early for that kind of word play, sorry, totally unintentional."
Chiskisk turns his full attention toward the halfling. "Quite too early."
He shrugs "Anyway, they worship Hylax, goddess of peace and diplomacy and protector of the weak. So they might appreciated some questions about her... so long as we don't confuse her with hylux, goddess of transport. Respectful folk, respectful."He eyes up the group. "Anyway, during 'the seeding' which sounds like some kind of dispora, their groups got scattered and many enslaved, so they don't like any form of slavery, including magic that summons or cooerces people. I'm guessing browbeating locals would be seen as a no-no. So we have to play extra nice and kind."
Giving the two former 'free captains' a look he adds "So no pirate jokes would be my suggestion, lets tone down our more colourful pasts."
"Shokil has chosen quite different wording than I would use, but his communication is largely accurate."
I can do that Celly replied. I'm supposed to be a diplomat as well as a psychologist. Plus, I too worship Hylax. I'd like to compare notes.
She paused for a bit And I suppose exotic dancing is out too then.
"That is your choice. I have no formed no opinion on the ambassador's taste in art."
Venari greets the Venture captain warmly, finally noticing the splashes from their tea mug and wiping it with the sleeve of their ragged coat. Nodding along they breathe a sigh, "Ambassador sitting duty eh? Sounds nice and easy!" they laugh, finishing off the cake they had taken. The Damai listens to Shokil's information with a wide smile - "Got it - no 'pressgang' humour! Hylax is alright, so long as Celly doesn't wince every time the ambassador speaks!"
"Can't think of any question - do what they require, play nice and get back for tea - hope the evening's spread matches!"
"That is precisely what the Venture Captains think. But It Is Not Easy. This will require every bit of concentration and forbearance that you can muster. We can gain exploratory rights to the Hammer's star system if you are successful. This kind of work is important to the Society's future and reputation. Without diplomacy like this, we would be mere mercenaries, pirates, or the Aspis Consortium."
Shokil nods to Venari, and then glances at the rapidly diminishing food supplies on the table."Do they have any particular dietry requirements we might want to be awae of?" he asks.
Then, after a pause adds. "And why does the ambassador of a peace loving people carry around a whacking great hammer?"
"The Hammer of Hylax is a vegetarian. I have noted no other dietary preferences or taboos.
The hammer is ceremonial. It represents the value of individual hard work to improve society as a whole. It is a tool, not a weapon."
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Makai reads the files couple of times as the others ask questions, during her reading her hair changes their color to red.
She takes couple of notes and listens to the questions asked, a bit disappointed that her first mission is not to some remote world. Maybe the next one.
to have more arms
"I thought you will crave extra mouth to eat faster." says under her breath as she continues reading the file.
"Did the ambassador specify what she wants to do? Or should we learn it from her?"
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"You, in particular, were chosen for your religious affinity with the Hammer. The Forever Queen is an odd choice of deity for one with an metaphysical allergy to insectoid species. I will see the allergy is noted in your file. However, there is no time to replace you on this mission.
Celly bristled a bit I do NOT have a metaphysical allergy to insectoids ... I just had a traumatic nightmare about the Swarm infesting the station this morning.
No idea why but .... it ended really really badly. But, on my honour, I promise I will treat the Ambassador with the respect that she deserves.
"That is your choice. I have no formed no opinion on the ambassador's taste in art."
Might be interesting to find out then. I've always said one can learn a lot about a species by what they consider as art
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Celly is not the only one to bristle at the shirren's retorts. When Chiskisk adjusts his posture aggressively, the still taller vesk starts to pull his lips back and begins to expose his impressive set of razor sharp teeth. But just as soon as he does, he quickly catches what he's about to do.
Best not to make a scene. This one outranks me here.
He turns the motion into a cough and takes a quick sip of coffee to cover his initial reaction.
"As you say," he replies instead with the tiniest of nods.
"With nothing know of her homeworld, are we expected to also try to glean more useful information about this colony?"
Chiskisk listens carefully to Celly and Skorpahlich, then turns his attention to the ceiling before speaking.
"Maybe I was too harsh. I have been upset that the Venture Captains are not supporting this initiative. They do not think it is as important as their projects. I apologize for venting my vexation on you. "
"Both of you have made excellent suggestions. While your primary mission as hosts is the safety and satisfaction of the ambassador, it would be useful to learn as much as you can about her Honor's colony. However, you must not give the impression that you are 'pumping' her for information.
"The art idea is quite interesting. Perhaps that is why she wishes to meet Jebodah Hamisfore, owner of the Hamisfore Theatorium, to learn more about us through our cultural arts.
"In addition she wishes to do a little shopping, and some sight seeing."
"I have here," he holds up a credstick , "500 credits, an advance on your expenses. The Society will reimburse additional costs, however, all your receipts must be in order, and although we wish to provide the ambassador with a most pleasant evening, nothing too extravagant. I'm sure you've dealt with the Society accounting department. If you cross their byzantine rules, not even the First Seeker, let alone my humble self, can help you."
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"I think they are related to my publisher." agrees Shokil.
"Why only last month I tried putting in some expenses related to a book tour and they were complaining about receipts that were on paper (it was a backworld moon), and quibbling about whether a bar tab was a legitimate tour expense." he shakes his head in consternation.
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"Of course the bar is a legitimate expense! Should have called it a 'Relations Meeting' and be done with it!" Venari agrees with their friend and gets up to their feet with a stretch - their empty cup and plate left on the exquisite wooden table. "Art Gallery, Shopping, Sight-Seeing - gotcha - wait you mean seeing the sights in this reality right? SOme others can be... interesting."
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Celly winks I dunno .. some of the sights in this reality are rather interesting ... nudge nudge wink wink ... know what I mean ehh? Maybe I should suggest you go to the club me and Chryssi ... I mean Chryssi and I .... work at ... might blow your mind. She giggles at that, then looks apologetically at Chiskisk
Yeah ... I empathise with you ... yeah. Some people can get so wrapped up in their pet projects, they forget the wider picture. And with the current situation with the Society .. we need as many friends and allies as we can get ... and this is the perfect opportunity to get them.
She looks around at the rest of the team.
So let's go and give this Ambassador the time of her life. Who's with me!
Her glow brightens up a bit as she tries to encourage her fellow Starfinders.
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Shokil nods to Celly. "500cr will buy us a good bar tab. As for the bar I went to. Nothing special, just hanging out with some fans and signing their book-chips. I didn't think the tab was *that* expensive. I mean, it is supposed to come out of the marketing budget that they clip the ticket for, right?"
He looks around.
"Where do we meet His Ambassadorship?"
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Shokil and Celly's easy familiarity with bars and carousing is fascinating but unfamiliar. He has only been in one bar in the short time since his escape from the Eoxians. He found it to be so unpleasantly loud that he left within minutes. The fact that his death-infused physiology has 'deadened' his taste buds makes the consumption of drinks for their flavors mostly pointless, and further he has no wish to loose control of his powers via inebriation. So bars have played no part in his life. Though perhaps he should try an erotic dance bar....
When Shokil asks where to meet the Ambassador, Skorpahlich's attention snaps back to the task at hand.
"One last question. Is there anything or anyone specific that we are to protect her from?" He adds a little emphasis to the pronoun and looks at Shokil pointedly.
"...His Ambassadorship?"
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So let's go and give this Ambassador the time of her life. Who's with me!
"I am down to that!" says the dwarf.
She's been hanging around bars a lot. As she works as a sound engineer she worked in a handful of those on Absalom Station. She listens to the question of Skorpahlich and adds
"Yeah, is there anyone who would benefit from the Ambassador not signing the deal with Society?"
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Celly had been wondering if she had seen Makai working the sound systems at some of the night clubs she had danced in. And if Skorparlich wanted to visit an erotic dance bar, she knew the very place - the one she worked at.
[I wouldn't have a clue Shokil she replied. I know nothing about the publishing industry.
She then pondered Makai's question but no answer came to mind.
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Venari looks at Celly blankly, clearly they don't quite get what they mean for a moment, before a smile broadens on their face and they laugh brightly. "Hmm, mayhaps you're right my dear! It's just...difficult sometimes to pull it all together and focus on the right place and time eh?"
They listen to the further questions from their latest crew with a nod, all good and pertinent. With nothing else to add for the moment, they focus on other realities for a moment, pulling a slightly less grubby and shabbily less dressed version of their clothing, looking a little more charming for the Ambassador.
"We have seen no signs of an active threat to the ambassador's well-being, but absence of proof is not proof of absence. I was worried more about the ambassador finding herself in a, a ,disreputable neighborhood, or an accident."
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Makai high-fives Shokil with a smile on her dwarvish face, but then she reflects saying
"I am happy about you having a title and not ambassador potentially being in grave danger. " She looks nervously on others hoping to not be taken as someone who takes joy when others are in trouble.
"So.... shall we go and meet the ambassador? " asks shyly.
"So long as you are neat and presentable, without holes and tears, clothing seems to matter little to her Honor. Manners and courtesy, including punctuality, on the other hand, seem to carry an inordinate weight in her judgement."
" She is on the seventh floor of the Lorespire Complex in the Starstone suite."
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Makai stands up looks at her clothing. She spots no holes or tears so she is set.
She was always considered as a charming dwarf, at least by her parents. And when she was 30ty, then she lost that reputation when she started to break alien's noses. But she never did it without being provoked.
Makai looks at Celly and wonders is she can make her skin shining as her, she focuses but the only thing that she is able to get is a tad lighter skin tone. Then she changes her hair color to silver as she steps through the doors waiting for others to follow.
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Makai turns towards Celly
"You liked that? It is called morphic skin. Look." she looks normal but suddenly she grows an inch bigger and looks broader in her shoulders.
"Now I can pass as a regular dwarf. It allows you to change your skin, hair, and eye color. A pretty nifty thing I must say. The procedure to do the augmentation does not hurt much, they inject some magic crystals and microchips in your skin. If done in a respected clinic it is safe. Just avoid dodgy places" she smiles on the last part making her one eye to turn blue as her other remains brown.
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Skorpahlich nods once politely to Chiskisk. As no one else made a move to do so, he takes the cred stick from their shirren boss and tucks it into his belt pouch. He checks his leathers to make sure there's no cake crumbs or coffee stains, and follows the others out to meet their charge.
"Makai, what do you mean you can 'pass as a regular dwarf'? Are you not? A 'regular' dwarf, I mean."
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Venari strolls out of the room with the others, giving the Venture Captain a salute as they exit a smile still on their face as they tug on the newly formed clothing. "I must have lost weight in reality 4-beta... This coat is a little tight." they complain under their breath. Missing Makai's initial statement but catching Skor's question, the Damai looks over inquisitively - interested in the answer.
The Starstone Suite is a spacious guest room high in one of the
Lorespire’s central housing sections. The Hammer of Hylax must have been waiting by the door because it opens immediately after you ring the bell.
The trox is practically a wall of chitin with huge mandibles ringing a mouth of pointed teeth. It's carapace gives it a brooding hunch-backed appearance. A red cape and long tabard, embroidered in black with an insectile head surrounded by stars, does little to conceal the vestigial arms clasped rib-like along its flanks.
Behind it, the guest room is finished with walls of roughly cut natural stone. Cushions of woven layers of rough brown fibers are strewn across the floor. A low stone table is in the room's center. Against one wall is a small podium, flanked by guttering candles. Hanging on the wall is a blue tapestry on which is centered the star-crowned insectile head.
Leaning against the table, head down is a massive square-headed hammer. It's leather-wrapped handle is longer than the halfling's are tall.
The windows of this room also offer a spectacular view. This time over Jetembe Park, the emerald heart of the Eye of Absalom Station.
Somehow the wall of chitin bends at its abdomen. It speaks in a high, nearly squeaky, voice.
"Are you my escorts for the evening? I am the Hammer of Hylax. Please come in. The proprieties must be observed. Make yourselves comfortable. I have ordered food and drink for you. It is from my home. I hope you enjoy it."
The wall moves to one side to allow you to enter. On the table you can see a number of shallow dishes.
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Makai is surprised that it was not obvious but quickly reflects herself. Her skin changes its tone to a bit darker than before, making you wonder how much of those changes are intentional and not caused by emotions. As they walk through the corridors towards the higher level she weaves the tale:
"The little we know about Golarion says that at first dwarves lived underground. At one point of time dwarves begun what is known as 'quest for the sky', our God Torag gave us the prophecy to look for the land above when the ground will begin to shake."
Makai takes a turn and continous:
"After the Gap, Torag was gone. And my people turned even more towards Angradd." she points to the tattoo on her head showing flames of the forge.
"When most of my kin found there home on different planets and asteroids, preserving our traditions and customs. Some of us decide to continue the quest for the sky, we boarded a great ship and traveled across the skies. My clan is searching for a galaxy to live in, some of us believe that this journey will never end."
Makai finds an elevator looking at the signs above it
"This elevator handle only lower levels, apparently the one that we look for should be over there." so she turns and follows deeper inside the building.
"Myself and other dwarves from the ship are not as heavy and broad as the kin leaving on the solid ground, but we are more agile and fast. Obviously long travels in zero-g took its tall on our build. "
Makai stops at that. You can't fail to notice that on her head she also has a symbol of Triune yet she never mentioned it.
The dwarf walks in behind the others and bows low.
"Makai Eriksdotter at your service." says smiling moderately.
She looks at the food and asks
"May the Hammer of Hylax explain what are those dishes?"
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As they arrive at the ambassador's suite and Makai finishes her story, Skorpahlich thanks her for the explanation. It's given him something to consider. As proud as he is of being different from those regular vesk that he denigrates as 'the brutes,' there are times when passing as one might make things easier. But is the cost to his sense of self to pass as something he's not just to fit in too high? Something to consider, indeed.
When the door opens onto a wall of chitin, Skorpahlich is roused from his musings on identity.
"Skorpahlich," he states simply with a deep nod but not a body-bow. "Thank you for the hospitality."
He follows the others and settles in near the table awaiting an explanation of the foods before he samples any.
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Celly bows to the Ambassador in a sign of respect, her own holy symbol of Hylax visible.
Welcome to Absalom Station, Ambassador. she says, with a warm and welcoming smile. I am named Celestia Sol, but most people just call me Celly. Thank you for your hospitality, as Skorpalich said, and I look forward to sampling your world's cuisine
She paused for a bit. So, what parts of Absalom Station would you like to see?
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The Hammer moves to the table to point out the dishes. "This green paste is mashed sativum leaves with spices. The white mush is curds of expressed filicophyta oil. The slightly cloudy yellow beverage is the fermented oil after the curds are removed. We call the two together Sister's Reunion. The small stringy masses are fried fibers peeled from the bambus root. It is traditional to eat these nuts at the end of a meal; they are one of our highest delicacies, carefully harvested after passing through the alimentary canal of the phascolar, an arboreal rodent native to my world."
"I am sure you will be most hospitable. Before we discuss tonight however, please tell me about yourselves. What do you do when not escorting visitors to the station? Did you volunteer for this duty? Celestia, may we begin with you?"
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Oh ... ah ... I'm currently training to become a psychologist and diplomat, to help others with their emotional problems. Thanks to Hylax, I have been granted limited telepathy to help with that, also it does have ... other advantages.
I also work as an exotic dancer in a ... erm ... erotic dance bar, mostly underwater, since I have gill implants, and ... I'm not ashamed of that by the way. I was actually bought up as a nudist so, as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with being nude - it's just one has to respect the social moires of the culture one is in.
She looks over to Venari, wondering if, in fact, she is nude in one of the realities he is looking into.
So I help the other employees with their problems, and I'm also their advocate with management. I'm also the first aid responder in case there are accidents. But yeah, the money I make, and no .. we don't prostitute ourselves by the way, we're not THAT sort of place, I'm a 'look but don't touch' girl, helps pay for my fees etc, and I actually enjoy what I do.
As for volunteering .... well ... I was assigned because I am a follower of Hylax as well, but I'm glad I'm here because I would like to hear your take on Hylax
She looks around to see the other's reactions to her revelations and wonders who will be the next to speak.
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Venari enters after the others, their eyes taking in the gorgeous view of Jatembe park, only noticing the imposing ambassador when they speak to the group to introduce themselves. Snapping back to focus, the Damai gives the Hammer of Hylax a deep courtly bow, their hand covering the breast pocket with the Skull and Crossbones motif. Giving her a winning smile they introduce themselves with an air of grace so far not shown to their agents.
"Greetings Lady Ambassador - I am Venari of Clan Hitoru of the Diaspora in the Pact Worlds. I would love to partake." they straighten from the bow and go over to taste the offered delicacies.
As Celly explains their lifestyle - and brings up their time as nudist, the Pirate blushes slightly as they do indeed witness this very scene in another reality - with a few differences.
Oh ... ah ... I'm currently training to become a psychologist and diplomat, ...
As for volunteering .... well ... I was assigned because I am a follower of Hylax as well, but I'm glad I'm here because I would like to hear your take on Hylax
She looks around to see the other's reactions to her revelations and wonders who will be the next to speak.
"What a curious path your life has led. But I think you are pointed to the heart of Hylax. Communication and cooperation foster the bonds of peace and harmony that allow disparate beings to survive and even thrive together. Don't you agree?"
She turns her attention to Shokil as she reclines herself at the end of the table and takes one of the shallow bowls of the liquid portion of Sister's Reunion, "I am sorry, sir. I did not catch your name. "
She waits until Shokil has finished before sipping from the bowl and using her hand to draw a bit of the white mush to her mouth. Then she asks Skorpahlich, " Pardon me, I do not wish to be rude, but you do not seem typical of your species. "
Like wise she turns her attention in turn to Venari, " You, sir, seem most courtly. Are you also a diplomat?"
She alternately sips and savors the liquid and mush while the conversation twirls.
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Shokil stands, offering a polite bow.
"I.." he starts, before pausing for a bare moment to collect his thoughts, "I Am Shokil, Shokil Bluefoot. Latest in the very long line of Bluefoots, that travels all the way back to lost Absalom."
"I am a humble author of popular fiction when not employed by the Starfinder society as a bit of a fixer. My latest mission involved making contact with a number of small tribes that were trapped in an odd moon. I am pleased to say that peaceful relations were established with all of them, in fact I was just out last night socializing with some of them."
Then with another polite little bow he adds "And may I add it is my pleasure to make the acquaintenace of the Hammer of Hylax "
Clicking his heels together, as he was taught in the military, he then steps back into line to allow the others to speak.
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Skorpahlich picks up some of the mashed sativum leaves with his long thin claws, as it seems eating with one's digits is acceptable. He notes the mild flavor of the spices, though he suspects the others would find them very piquant.
As he's chewing, he tries to picture Celly dancing underwater in the nude in an erotic manner. He's certain the performance would be beautiful and a pleasure to behold, but his complete lack of sexual experience leaves him unsure if he would in fact find it arousing. He makes a mental note to ask her about attending - after the mission is over, of course.
As he swallows the leaves, he nods to the Hammer's observations.
"A polite inquiry like your's is not offensive, madame. I am what I am. As you can see, I am vesk, but not."
He pauses to gather another serving of the sativum leaves. They did have more flavor than that cake from earlier, after all.
"My physiology is a result of an ancient and very rare vesk racial mutation, combined with the experiments done unwillingly upon me as a child by some Eoxians. As far as I know, I am not simply atypical; I am unique," he finishes with a hint of pride.
He chews the second serving of the sativum leaves as he considers how to answer the Ambassador's other questions.
"I did volunteer for this duty. Most recently, I have been trying to keep myself busy with Starfinder business. To avoid the pitfalls of idleness."
And to avoid getting arrested by the Stewards. Again.
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As the Ambassador takes a portion of the Sister's reunion, Venari leans forwards from their seat to take a handful of the root fibers, taking an experimental sniff before biting off a chunk of the end and savouring the interesting flavour combinations from out of their usual comfort zone. They listen to Shokil's introduction, taking note of their bearing once again, wondering just where their training comes from - they had see them prepare for a fight, but had yet to fight alongside the halfling.
Having missed most of Skor's tale, the Witchwarper nods thoughtfully, filling the gaps in the tale. It was sad, but it seemed like the Vesk was ready to work past it. Then, the Hammer of Hylax turned to face them and they swallowed. Hmm... Ex-nay on the Irat ey... they remind themselves silently before also giving the Hammer a bow, but not standing.
"I have indeed worked as a diplomat in the past, I work for a Clan of Ship Captains and have often had to negotiate with others in hostile circumstances." they reply, bending the truth slightly. "I too have travelled with Shokil to deal with three clans, where our team work effectively together to garner peace between previously warring factions." their voice is a little sad at the end there as they remember the bitter feeling.
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"I.. I Am Shokil, Shokil Bluefoot. Latest in the very long line of Bluefoots, that travels all the way back to lost Absalom."
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Then with another polite little bow he adds "And may I add it is my pleasure to make the acquaintenace of the Hammer of Hylax "
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"A pleasure likewise for me."
"A polite inquiry like your's is not offensive, madame. ... As far as I know, I am not simply atypical; I am unique," he finishes with a hint of pride....
"I did volunteer for this duty. Most recently, I have been trying to keep myself busy with Starfinder business. To avoid the pitfalls of idleness."
"How tragic your story is, but you seem to be working hard to leave the past. You have my sympathies."
"I have indeed worked as a diplomat in the past, I work for a Clan of Ship Captains and have often had to negotiate with others in hostile circumstances." they reply, bending the truth slightly. "I too have travelled with Shokil to deal with three clans, where our team work effectively together to garner peace between previously warring factions."
"The work of peacemakers is seldom easy. For those whose faith is in Hylax the work itself is a devotion. It can provide comfort and spiritual rewards, even if the work fails." She glances at Celly for confirmation.
... then helps himself to a sample of the "Sisters reunion".
"Delightful! Is there a fable that goes with the name?" he asks, always keen to hear a story.
"I am sorry I know no story of import. The name is traditional, and merely refers to rejoining the nectar and mash after their separation. No doubt an author like yourself could invent a romance around the name."
After her effusive greeting at the door, Baila has fallen quiet. Not wishing a guest to feel left out, the Hammer tries to draw her and Makai into the conversation. " Dears, please have some philicophyta nectar. They say it loosens the bronchial passages."
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Celly nods to the Ambassador. Yes .... my flatmate can be ... quite a challenge in that regard ... but such is the nature of tieflings ... I ... love her like .. well .. she's my best friend ... but, she too has a tragic back story and I have been trying to help her get past that. I still hope she will open up to others and make friends on her own.
She samples the delicacies with delight.
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Makai turns towards the table with food, wishing to try out some of the food before she introduces herself. She begun with mashed sativum leaves when Celly was speaking.
It tastes a bit like the mushroom pesto that we have grown on our ship. But more... leafy. thinks to herself
The dwarf continues with another dish, the white mush.
At the beginning, the flavors were interesting and a bit sour. But then the taste changed to full blow sour like she would eat the whole lemon. Makai made a sour face trying to control her reaction. As she opened her eyes she noticed few people looking at her, which made her more nervous.
She quickly changed her skin color to darker hoping that others would not see her blush.
"Sorry, that was an interesting taste, but I am not accustomed to it."
When her turn comes, Makai takes a sip of water to flush some of the taste and says
"To be honest I just joined the Starfinder Society. It is my 2nd week on Absalom Station, so it so very likely that you know it better than I do. I didn't mean you, I meant hammer knows it better... Well, not a hammer but Ambassador. I will let others speak."
She blushes again and takes a step back hoping for someone else to speak.
Baila enters the room looking with interests on the walls and their host. She walks around with some grace and rhythm like she would hear some melody that is missed by others.
When her turn comes she clears he troat and responds
"Ambassador, my name is Baila and I as my colleague Makai am new to society endeavors. Even thou I joined the Starfinders only lately I feel competent and comfortable to accommodate Ambassadors wishes in visiting the station."
"How accomplished you all are! Would you say that you are typical Starfinders, or the cream of the crop?
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"One hears rumors of Starfinders sometimes being aggressive. Are the rumors true?"
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