<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong><strong>Strain: 13/13</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><br/>After a moment, Shaa Raa turned his head to look at the Falleen who had chosen to announce herself with such hyperbole.  Where a Falleen smiled, a Black Sun shone.  It was virtually impossible that she had recognized him; the mask he wore bore no resemblance to the design of his clan.  So the chance of her approaching him as a prelude to kidnapping and ransom was unlikely.  The chance of her approaching him as a prelude to enslaving him was also unlikely.  Kel Dor had very specific requirements to keep them alive and were notoriously frail.  He gave no indication that he was a black marketeer, which left the unlikely reason of her approach to be either boredom or she was looking for an easy mark.  Her statement that she was trying to alleviate her boredom could be either the honest truth or a blatant lie.  There was only one way to find out.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"You say extraordinary luck."</span></span>Shaa Raa said, his vocabulator making his voice sound flat and metallic.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"You didn't specify if it was extraordinarily good or extraordinarily bad, Zisse Luumeere, business woman extraordinaire."</span></span><br/><br/>He extended a hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Shaking hands is a human greeting, I realize.  I apologize if it offends.  It just so happens that I too am bored.  I am Shaa Raa, named for the sound of the wind blowing high in the trees of Kel Dor.  I hope to hear them again one day but for now I travel from place to place, a free trader who is sadly without his own ship.  Some portion of the cargo is mine and it irks me that I am not permitted to check on it while we travel.  I am forced to take the word of the crew that all is well.  I'm sure you share my trepidation for the disposition of your own goods."</span></span><br/><br/>The best lie was the truth.  She could either take his words at face value or assume that if she was playing a game, he was playing one also.  He offered her the convenience of having a potentially fictitious cargo as common ground.  It would allow him some minor control over their game.  As she had indicated, he did indeed have questions, foremost among them being why she had chosen him, a Kel Dor and therefore immune to her pheromones, as he mark?  Perhaps she relished the challenge.  If so, it was an interesting choice because he enjoyed one as well.