Wincing at the corruscating lights of Port Wander's shields, Baromir cried silently inside at the possible penalty fees that they might end up paying in order to be privledged to dock there again. Hopefully, they would have the gelt next time they came back. The bridge was spacious enough, Senechal Baromir moved to his desk and console placed on a mezzanine near the back of the bridge. He felt it useful to be near Cortez's as situations arose that more or less affected the bottom line... usually a lesser bottom line.<br/><br/>Pouring over dataslates and sheeves of paper, he committed to his work of taking full account of what rations and cargo left aboard the ships. Soon, though, his management of items turned to the management of the crew. While there was no shortage of people whom Cortez or Delilah or even Thrax had pissed off, the ambush seemed too convenient, especially with deluded chaos wannabes. During the trip, Baromir began scanning pict-monitors of security cams throughout the ship, and quickly scanning past recorded data. He wasnt sure what he was looking for, only that it would be out of place, or in the wrong place.<br/><br/>Every so often, Baromir would call up a name from the roster. It was common enough during voyages, Baromir treated the crew like employees. Even if some of them were involuntary employees. He would ask about their day, see if anything was amiss, ask for any additional ideas that werent too outlandish to increase the efficiency of the ship. He had never completed a full roster check, nor did he intend too. The network of informants he had worked through dead drops throughout the ship. Placing notes so that other informants of different cells picked them up to give to Baromir. Thus, no one could be implicated through repeated meetings with Baromir himself. It was a crude method, and sometimes slow... but it was hard to penetrate or compromise just the same.<br/><br/>Time to see what news there was...<br/><br/>Inquiry = 68/53 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24877)