Dirske Vermillion was his sisters Twin, though most people did not seem to know it. The most obvious disparity between them was in the way they dressed - she preferred the black and red colors while he preferred the white and gold. He also had a preference for Silk, enjoying the smoothness of the material when their were guests to entertain, but when their was work to do he preferred rough materials that could withstand a beating. His sword and plasma pistol hung on the opposite hips of hers - he was left handed and preferred a steady shot then to get up close and personal. It was far easier to shoot some beast in the back when it was trying to devour the man in front of him then it was to be that man in front, trying to use a sword in close quarters.<br/><br/>Selvaria's words were like music to his ears and he almost dances over towards her, fleet footed and slightly aloof as he was. He knew that she was drooling over the fact that there was so much wreckage floating around, so many hidden treasures waiting to be discovered in this treacherous field, but he was the one who had his head firmly between his shoulders. While such smaller wreckage would increase personal wealth, taking on the Emperors Bounty would not only make them both rich, but it would spread their name to the furthest reaches of the Empire and bring their family name up above all the other Rogue Traders who sought to impress the Emperor and expand the wealth of the Empire.<br/><br/>He comes to stand beside her, staring at the holographic image too. "Emperor be praised...at last we have found!" He murmurs, then claps his hands together. "We'll need a smaller craft, yes, and a landing party. We'll need to scan for sections where it is safe for us to move around too. So much to do, so little time!"