[b]Courtyard A2: Tranquility is found in even the most brash of people.[/b] [i]It was 2300 Terran time, the courtyard was silent as ever. The chilly mountain breeze blowing across the courtyard, rustling the cherry blossom leaves. Even during the stillness of the night, a group of people had gathered in the courtyard. Electric torches were set, their sterile white light providing plenty of light in the courtyard and a tad bit of warmth.[/i] "Pray tell, why do we convene here at this ungodly hour Vorgen?" [i]The man identified as Lucius Gilliam Cain had asked, his nose slightly pink due to the chill. He wore a rather large pearl white with a golden trim coat, the God-Emperor's Aquila emblazoned on the back, which masked the flak armor he wore underneath. He was a relatively young man, for a Rogue Trader that was. Already in his fifties, but thanks to rejuvenat treatments he had retained his youth, looking more like a male in his mid-twenties. Gilliam's brunette hair was cut to a trim, he lacked facial hair as his teeth was nearly chattering as he stood near a lamp.[/i] "[i]Because Lord Gilliam, you must embrace the history of this place. Thus, I have brought you to this monument. The deceased have their names carved upon this very tree. If you are to act proper at this council that self-claimed genius Logus had decided to suggest, then you should at the very least learn some of the history of this place![/i]" [i]Vorgen, Gilliam's Seneschal and most trusted companion had told the Rogue Trader. He wore a simple leather overcoat that was dyed black which was insulated. Underneath was a vest, with a white shirt and a black tie accompanied with a bizarre pin which bore the same two-headed eagle Aquila. Vorgen was clearly in his middle ages, his beard which lacked any sort of moustache having grey hairs which came up to slicked back black hair. He was seemingly not bothered by the cold as he gripped his hickory cane, with a simple skull design acting as a grip. The rest of the group remained hidden, this was Gilliam's personal guard, elite Stormtroopers (not the Star Wars kind, as they can actually aim and hit something.) which were tasked to protect the Rogue Trader and his Retinue.[/i] "I understand that Vorgen, but it's like the cold reaches of Voystroyan took over this place! Couldn't we have done this at a better time?" "[b]Sadly no, for this is the only time we may be undisturbed by some hooligan wishing to 'combat'[/b]" [i]Gilliam had sighed, his breath creating some steam in the cold as he looked over the tree.[/i] [spoiler]Open! Meet Gilliam and Vorgen.[/spoiler]