Urudal noticed Ilion type on that little wrist thing of his and wondered what it was and who he was talking to.   He had mentioned he was connected to his ship through it, maybe it was a two way thing? Maybe he could tell his ship to do things other than blow up if he dies?  Urudal would ask at a later time.  Maybe.<br/><br/>Urudal nodded. “Yes.  I tried to visit Home every few years, but it got harder to.  I stopped ten back.   Mother passed.  Last time I was home.   Do you miss Home?”  He looked the other man over, taking him in.  Every time he looked at Ilion he thought he was beautiful, but with the look he got before he was going to keep that part to himself.  This time he was studying the man for clues to personality and likes and how he answered questions.  “Or is ship home now?”