<em>"Your tale is that of one that has come of age, albeit, at a rate that he may have not desired...</em>" Ether chuckled, though that wasn't necessarily something that you could discern, more felt.  Moving with not a care in the world in appearance, ever vigilant truly and hiding it well, he moved beside Alex and took in everything he saw and observed the customs here closely.  It kind of took him back to those market days back home, though he knew that the wares here were nothing that he would ever be interested in.<br/><br/><em>"My people thrive on information.  We have a means to store it indefinitely and then to draw upon it, much like your computers or boards of silicon or circuits of quantum probability.  I can access what information we have on you both now and recite it for you, if it would suit a purpose.  Stark was an invention of self preservation and what a brilliant tale.  That alone stands to bear witness against his times of excess.  We do not know a lot about you, but we would like to.  As we have already talked about.  The time shall come, however, and we can talk at length about all that we have done that brought us to where we are.  For now, lets try and get to the bottom of our possibly common means for arriving here.  I wonder if our 'pirates' are of a similar organization..."</em><br/><br/>With that, Ether would continue to move his way towards the dome like structure, sharing small talk as it came, but otherwise observing his surroundings.  Having used his only power that made sense at the moment, he continues to draw the power of the star that burned above them, keeping an even rate of draw and bleed so as to not become an open target for him and his new brother.