The older gentleman was not in fact the picture of health. Though he eas tall and lean it was apparent he had lived a hard life, likely in the guard before retiring as a high ranking officer. His right leg was stiff and the cane was clearly just not for show though it was well appointed,  a silver Aquila serving as the knob which he grasped it by. A more skilled observer could likely even tell it concealed a thin blade of some sort.<br/><br/>He watches Salinas with his grey eyes as she speaks,  running his other hand through his impressive beard as she speaks. He looked particularly vacant as she spoke,  imagining the great far off world and the dangerous hunts that it may have held. While the nobles around them may have gawped at the woman displaying her tribal art the man didn't even flinch,  an amused look flicering in his eyes before he looked to the man accompanying her. " Well she's certainly free of fear,  is she not? "<br/><br/>It was a harmless observation and by the time she finished he was actually visibly filled with curiosity. " Hrmm. Your world definitely sounds like it is full of great and horrible things. your people must be hardy folk indeed. " A wistful sigh leaves him and his hand once more smooths his well groomed beard. " When I was little more than an artillery officer in the guard we used to support units from worlds like yours. They often killed their commissars for lack of bravery more than anything else. " He let out a dull laugh at that and shook his head. " That was a long time ago though. I just hunt now. And may I say , you have impressive trophies. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>