"Agreed... the ship has been in dock too long. My crew are getting anxious, many are not used to being in a place surrounded by such..." he looked at a shady corner where he was sure some shady deal was going on. "Lawlessness." he almost spit the word out. "and my death so early in the deligation has them far more on edge." he avoided mentioning the Krogran and Vorcha lying dead in the middle of a busy slum block.<br/><br/>"why would anyone tolerate such a thing to..." he tried to remember her name "Emperess Michelle, Slavery is a tool of the wicked, and the weak. who cannot keep order through gentler means." he kissed her hand gently, this was another culture worthy of respect. "I am Avelo Divori, of the Devori Pantheon, son of Avo the Sunlord"<br/>It appeared she was as beautiful as her ship was, and that alone bespoke the character of such a people. she should be, she was apparently their leader, and lead a large number of worshippers.<br/><br/>As with the rest of the trip Avelo's own ship had been designed to impress. The Caviliea (Cav-I-Lay-aaa) looked closer to a beautiful coss between an Eastern Temple, a Gothic Cathedrial, and a Captial Ship, each detail of arcitecture and mosaic had been done by priests and labores with great care, and it showed. It was unescorted and slow to turn, which was it's only real vunriblity..