<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zaheil<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front lobby of the Academy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, T'Set, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As their tour was well underway, Zaheil was busy marking all those tucked away secret areas T'Set had mentioned. Some were well out of the way, while others were fairly easy to find, if you knew what you were looking for. His notes read like a treasure map, the Ferengi asking random questions every once in a while to get a better idea of what he could stash away and where. All of that changed when the fight broke out, the Ferengi perking his ears up as the sounds of the fight began. There were so many voices all at once he couldn't make out what was going on or with who. For all he knew two Borg were getting in to a verbal argument over a couple Tribble.<br/><br/>“Our differences are what make us us. Without them we'd all be the same. No different than the Borg. No T'Set. No Rosalyn.” And no Zaheil. Did that mean he condoned what happened? Not in the slightest. Violence wasn't always the answer. But damn was it profitable. When told he could join them if he wanted Zaheil would nod, stating “I've dealt with hot tempers before. I once scored 12 cases of Klingon Blood Wine for the price of 3 because of hot tempers” Not his best investment, but not his worst.<br/><br/>He traveled with the increasingly apparent couple towards where the fight had occurred, eying the downed Cardassian as his two new “friends” offered their sentiments to their fallen comrade. “And maybe afterwords, I can offer you a deal on a holosuite program to help you relax. I've collected quite a few in my travels.” He wasn't even sure if the academy had a holosuite or not, but if it did then he was going to make more latinum than he initially thought he would.