At the old man's tale, Veche had a thoughtful expression on his face. A grin lit it up as the man described the woman- he only laughing harshly at the misfortune of such a foolish endeavor. Deprive men of a small luxury? Whatever for? He only seemed to laugh uproariously at that, he only nodding in mirth; before- Salinas, from her body language, had apparently assumed that the woman with bright red hair was the captain. While, indeed- even on his world? Red was most certainly an important color in any shape, way, or form. He of course- was more than pleased to be speaking to an experienced venerable man. It always amazed him how, well, old some of the people here were. Not surprising for Nobles- but the men who were, in their prime, fighters. It almost made him- well; giddy.  It was an opportunity to really see if his own mettle rated against theirs "Ah? Well, yes- I spent much time too; after all? The Commissar I was attached to last told us that; as long as we weren't drilling, being instructed- in a sermon, or sleeping? We could do as we liked. He was my favorite Commissar, utterly fearless- a true man." , he seemed to reminisce quietly. The sound in his voice was that of Pride. As- even as an Ex Imperial Guardsman? He still felt no small amount of such for having been on a glorious campaign. These men were- if not the Elite of the Elite; skilled at survival- and that, my friend- had the respect of the Duskite; and he hoped- that his bravery and words could- make them respect him. However, he only paused listening to Salinas- before his face went red. His expression showed that he really; really liked that idea. And the goofy grin that there was? Well, he coughed a little bit and looked away- trying to<b>not</b>look a bit flustered by the idea. While, it was true, that he was a Death Worlder and had fewer constraints? He was, likely, an odd ball. But, even then- he winked.<br/><br/>"Maybe that is the case for me as well, but- I would also enjoy the hunt.", he only grinned a sinister grin, "With ax and spear of course; I would not dare dishonor the hunt of such things with guns."<br/><br/>Mighty full of Bravado he was! It was likely either surprising, refreshing, or grating that he would be so. But- with the impressive amount of scars; his frame, and the sheer ability that kept him alive through his own world's trials? It might not be too far off of what was considered 'normal behavior. Although; as the shells went off? Legs were braced, his expression having turned from bravado to business within a moment; his weapon; having not been disarmed due to- well; you know. Being intimidating as all heck and likely not broaching argument. Although- if he had been asked politely he'd have turned over the weapon. The gun itself was a thick set weapon that easily could be either a Bolter or- Emperor Forbid, a Hellgun; he was already half turned, before he saw the symbol outside. His weapon now slid to his side. His eyes wide in- astonishment.  It was still painfully clear the Imperial Guardsman had little experience with such- odd ways of introduction. He just gaped for a moment, standing quite passively as<br/><br/>He now offered the sign of the Aquila toward it; bowing his head and uttering in his own, strange, tongue, "Může se císař chránit ty Kdo se opovažuje , nech ho potrestat ty , kteří strach , a nechal hunt být dobře z velkého lovce oči se někdy s úsměvem.", it was strange; the Dusk Cant that he spoke was almost completely outside the realm of speaking for any citizen of the Imperium. His voice, when speaking it, was lyrical and almost mystical in sound. However; it bore nothing if respect for the sight. Odd, a Duskite being a religious person who did such a thing. But- then again.<br/><br/>The Imperial Cult still had a hold on Dusk, no matter how small.<br/><br/>Now, the weapon was down; and slowly being returned to the back-holster that allowed it to be quickly drawn and; just as quickly, put back. He only sighing a breath of relief; not of being afraid- it was strange really; but of not having to fight off boarders immediately after getting on. He, relaxed visibly! Listening now; his head turned half way as he took in the woman's words. '<i>Display?</i>', he thought a moment, before his dour expression returned, '<i>And they wonder why I don't like nobles.</i>'- but, he too noticed the round about way the woman was taking. He able to track her easily. The tricorn cap that almost was far the more ostentatious than he'd ever seen, and- honestly he'd have to admit- wanted, which wandered and waddled about as she walked. The rather graceful movement and almost preternatural grace of her movement set him on edge. As did the Eldar Sword- but, as she came up; and then- spoke to the Old-Man, Odwin? He'd not listened to the name before, but now it was committed to memory. However; he remained respectfully quiet as the two- obviously friends, spoke.<br/><br/>What did surprise him, was that she got his name correct- it was, however; not surprising that she knew it. But, at her joke; his stoic facade broke; and he too grinned a bit, "I get that a lot- to be fair; it's usually true. I am suitably impressed- I have never been on a Rogue Trader's vessle with such an- ostentatious display.", his words were careful, slow- he was having to think on what he was saying. The big man was eloquent and very much not afraid to speak his mind, "Your hat, however- is very impressive. If I were wearing a hat- it would have to be ashamed for not being so...", he struggled, before saying something in Dusk Cant, "Hluboký.", he made a grand gesture.<br/><br/>It was obvious he had problems with High Gothic still.<br/><br/>But- he too saw the little red-eyed woman, who stood off; his eyes shifted to her. Acknowledging her existence with a cool stare that met; likely, with her own. It was as if he were saying that he did see her and that if she came in he would not be offended- but; his eyes flitted back to the captain's face after a moment. He giving an incline of his head, toward the Rogue Trader, "Honor be upon you Lord Captain- I am pleased you allowed me the honor to set foot upon your vessel. I just hope I am up to your standards to be capable of staying.", at least he was honest about wanting the job. Right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>