Victor swallowed his last bit of food and assumed a look of deep contemplation. He scratched his beard and answered, “No, not Argon...Beyond There.” A slight chuckle sounded in his throat as he motioned about the room and said matter-of-factly, “Obviously I am a bit too classy to be a local.”<br/><br/>A belch slipped from his gut as Victor leaned forward and inquired of the man, as much as the woman, “Tell me this though, are slaves allowed to speak without their master’s permission in this land?”  Victor clearly looked sincere.