Uther scanned the room after a lull in the conversation.  Cyril had decided that it was a good time to make himself scarce as it was Uther's wish to conduct conversations with potential buyers alone.  He never liked them to feel overwhelmed by too many bodies.  His brown hair fell down in short locks on his head, and as he brushed on aside, the man noticed an interesting exchange between two females.  Humans as far as he could tell, but their sex or gender didn't matter to him.  All he saw was opportunity.  He sat at the table for a few moments longer, getting a feel for how each one responded to the other.<br/><br/>It was then that he noticed their combined gaze at a third female.  A pilot, if he recalled correctly, by the name of Zeta.  Uther had never met her personally, but he at least knew of those who were worth their salt in a battle.  It seemed that the two women at the bar had an interest in her, and vice versa.  He watched Zeta approach the other two females.<br/><br/>The man saw this as an opportunity.  Three women in one place with perhaps a common interest.  He could talk to them all at once, and maybe, just maybe one of them might be looking for something...something he could find for them and then reap a monetary reward.  Uther waited just a moment longer before he rose from his seat, walking with purpose over to the group.  "Good day, ladies.  Might I introduce myself...I am Uther Dollan."