Their heads turned in unison as a loud "Ahem" fired through the room, like a cannonball through a set of silk curtains.<br/>"I hate to interrupt, but I feel I really must speak up before you both leave the room, lest there be no one of the crew to speak to."<br/>A handsome young man with bright-red, shoulder-length hair stood in the doorway, staring at the group. He took some steps forward, extending his arm for a handshake.<br/>"My name is Tattel Grandleons. I was hired as a tactical spy. I must say, I look forward to serving with your illustrious crew." As he said the word preceding 'crew', green, flourescent lines flared up on his skin, looking like some child had drawn scales on his skin with a radioactive highlighter.