"[b]That you are correct Miss. Judging by that pin....[/b]" [i]The Seneschal stopped for a second, deducing the woman's identity. She did not seem to be the one to send a mere messenger-boy for such a task. Applying the council, what the Picts had captured and what that boy had said...[/i] "[b]You must be none other than the 'infamous' Lady Freya Traven."[/b] [i]The Seneschal said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone and a smile on his face as walked around the Trayven in a circle.[/i] [b]"That man over there, beside the tree is my Lord and one of the most important of the God-Emperor's servants. Rogue Trader Lord-Captain Lucius Gilliam Cain. Quite a frivolous title should I say so myself. I hold the contrary however. I am Lord Gilliam's Seneschal, Vorgen Thayle. [i]I would refrain Calling me a servant to Gilliam. I serve only the Emperor[/i]."[/b] [i]Vorgen had stated, whispering the last part with a small chuckle fondly remembering that moment, the time when some idiotic Water Caste Tau had called Vorgen that. Gilliam sighed as he snapped his fingers twice. A floating infant with wings had approached the regal man, holding a hand rolled cigar in one hand. It would've been rather angelic if not for the cybernetics that had been attached to it. Part of its skull was replaced with metal plating, an eye now an eerie lens and wires stretching across it's body. This was a Cherub, advanced servitors usually owned by persons of high ranking in the Imperium. It had placed the cigar in the lord's agape mouth, it's index finger popping off to reveal a torch lighter. Lighting the cigar it had hovered patiently as Gilliam let out a puff of smoke.[/i] "I can get the whole visiting the dojo for learning it's cultures. But I believe it is a futile effort, it is similar to a space port may Him on Terra forgive me for making that suggestion. A cultural melting pot in laymans terms." [i]The Trader had said, possibly talking either Vorgen or Freya. He let out another puff of smoke as he turned to look at the Trayven.[/i] "This is but a memorial site, and it would dishonor the dead if we were to bring them up at the meeting for no reason. I can only trust you know this as well." [i]Compared to the raging maniac that the messenger had heard, the Rogue Trader was more calm but nonetheless retained his aura of fear due to his ranking.[/i] "[b]Thus I believe it would be more productive if we were to learn each other's cultures.[/b]" "Yet you were the one who suggested this fruitless venture." "[b]Not quite, you did learn that the Dojo is quite possibly, impossible to pin down cultural wise.[/b]" "I do suppose that is true."