<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Xanatov Itugen</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nZc8QUdk9LCbRhWohfuYEkG-X01vvibwqNY9pRV1Noo/edit)<br/><br/>The rogue trader stood arrogant poise, one hand on the sheath of his ancient blade.   Beneath his traditional xeno-pelt cloak she saw an outfit that could buy a multiple family homes in the underhives—sapphire silk, black suede, and thread of gold.  His held his cocky poise as he placed his signature on the paperwork the arbites brought after a quick review by an adept, who then left them.<br/><br/>He gave a smirk at Tallin's taunt.  “Yes, it won't do to have you wearing that ugly orange sackcloth.”<br/><br/>The rogue trader stepped up and casually grabbed the pink haired girl's prison top, shredding it off of her with one easy jerk.  “My name is Xanatov Itugen, girl.  You will refer to me as 'master'.”