The station was bare by Alevo's standards no icons, no motiefs, no inlays. a bit barren. as he strode through the station's hallway to the waystation. "Cleric... is this the correct station?" "yes m'lord..." came the response the shaven head, the flight goggles, white-green robes and winged motief across his chest marked him as a member of the flight crew.  "hmmm... scribe... give me that" he was handed a rune slate, punched a couple of symbols "ahh there we go, hmmmm... the schedule says we're not to check in for at least 4 Surrita" he looked to the tech priests "I'd like to see some of the finer parts of this civilization..." he looked to Shalia and she bowed "you do enjoy slumming m'lord" "now now don't call it that... the darkened places are the places that need the touch of the Valor the most."<br/>He looked over the balcony, and was properly intimidated "such bussle, such life..." he stared wide eyed "this is amazing" "m'lord" chimed in a scribe "our maping indicates the entire inside of the planet is simmilar." it was not calm nor serine like his home, it was as if a kind of united chaos perminated this place, hundreds of races and peoples busling among their customized, but orignally prefabricated, homes. it was strange, utterly alien, as was what happened next.<br/>"Get off our SSSSStation..." a peice of rotten fruit flew across the terminal, it never hit it's target, one of his templars blocked it with his shield. it was some nasty reptillian looking creature. "down with...." it never finished the political statement, the templar charged the unarmed creature and pinned it down blade at it's throat.<br/>"let the little thing go... it was just a peice of fruit" Avelo said calmly, the templar dropped the creature, and retook his position. avelo picked the strange creature up and dusted him off "next time rethink your actionsmy friend" and just walked away, leaving the creature puzzling.<br/>"sir why did you spare it?" "we're from a strange land, we have to make a good first impression... if it happens again, simply take the hand that threw it." "yes sir"