As the feral world savages danced to their own rhythm and of their own style a few others did seem to mill about the floor as yet another song picked up , giving the pair a /wide/ berth. Some obviously found it somewhat quaint and yet others just looked simply annoyed at the two, though none of them said anything thanks to perhaps the very large man no one intelligent would pick a fight with.<br/>As the music picked up once more, this time a lively patriotic tune familiar only to this particular sector., the males and females both formed a lined, facing each other but quite apart. As soon as the intro was finished the dance began, the first man in line hooking arms with the first lady. It wasn’t an overly complex affair but it involved much partner switching and contact that would have perhaps seemed risqué  to the upper class crowd if they were not all quite well on their way to inebriation themselves when the tune began.<br/><br/>As if perhaps on cue the servants began sweeping through the crowd , making sure the remainder not on the dance floor was alright and a few even jovially flirting among the few drunker nobles and ex guard officers. Servitors still offered drinks and food was laid out on the great table and there was no lack of a few more corpulent nobles taking advantage of the fine delicacies laid out for them. Among all these nobles and retired guard however was one oddity in particular. He was a tall man with slightly round features and a charming smile. His face was covered with a great, black and very well groomed beard and his dress impeccable though it was only a simple black suit.<br/><br/>He’d been watching Salina’s the whole time ever since she’d lifted her shirt to expose the odd tattoo along her back and there was a curiosity on his face that he did very poorly to hide. Seizing a drink from a passing servitor and winking at a passing servant who couldn’t have been more than eighteen or so years he headed over to the pair of ferals, his steps punctuated by the odd tack tack of the cane he used to walk. Leaning upon the smooth black piece of polished wood he smiled warmly at the two and nursed  glass of finely aged amasec before speaking up. “ Not to be rude but I couldn’t help but notice the strange creature upon your back.”<br/>He gestures somewhat defensively, the glass preventing him from actually raising a palm. “ I know, it makes me seem the lecher but I’ve been watching you since then. You must come from some far flung world to behave like you do and I am curious.” He states.” Is there perhaps any big game there? I’m a hunter , myself.” It was of course a popular hobby among nobility who could afford cross world transit or were friends enough with a Rogue Trader to have a spot on a charter. Black and white holo picts of men like him holding impossibly large rifles that downed a impossibly large beast were all too common.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>