Turning from one new occupant of the table to the other, Speaker smiled at the liveliness of the younger races and enjoyed their presence. A slight shift of his mood, a darkening of a few markings on what could be seen on his body, was the only sign he exhibited regarding the human, the Bellogassari and the Pox males. Not innately hateful of them, he just knew to be wary. The many texts in the Academy about each of the races did not paint a very flattering picture of their histories and habits. He idly stopped the thrown toast mid air, not even looking at it, and brought it to himself, telekinetically moving it under the veil on his face and starting to munch on it slowly.<br/><br/>The two Malforms, the gelatinous goop beings were a curiosity to him, so similar and yet so very different in attitudes. They would be interesting to get along with. Moving on he set his gaze on the beautiful Maia, the aquatic naga. A noble beauty indeed, and if nothing else, a peaceful individual to look at.<br/><br/>The two Dryadi colleagues of his felt like it would make the whole of their work on the planet either very interesting or very dangerous, depending on hos much trouble the diminutive beings could get into.<br/><br/>Finally returning his gaze at the table before him, Speaker let out a light sigh and looked at the second naga colleague, Iccisius, Issy. A rather more down to earth individual, if he should say so at first glance. He pulled on a smile at her, telekinetically formed in the veil of his folds and nodded.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Thank you for the toast, good Issy. A very generous gesture from you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>