Draiss nodded, before tapping the observer drone with his foot, idly trying to think of a way to help her boredom. It was clear most of the unnecessary tweaking she did was because she was lonely, and if he could figure out a way to get a drone to work here, he might be able to help with that. After a moment, he picked a story from a tech world, about a lone samurai, wandering about the land after a revolution had disposed the older government. Of his vow to not kill, in defiance to his previous work as an assassin for the revolutionaries, and how he struggled to keep the vow and to protect everyone around him as old enemies found him, old scars, grudges, and hatreds flaring as they sought to tear down the samurai, destroy him after bringing back his assassin side. It was a long involved story, of the Rurouni Kenshin, but it was one that had all the hallmarks of an epic tale to last ages. And indeed, on the world it had happened on, it had, several centuries before Kenshin's name vanished from memory, but even longer before his work and vow, and longer still before his fighting style, followed his name into the dust of history.