If the dark blue brocade vest wasn't enough, the flecks of turquoise in his brown eyes made it clear what court had claimed him. The young man steps inside, observing Halsin dressed down as he considers the offer before closing the door.

There's an odd feeling that went through Harlock seeing the mess of papers, charts, and instruments scattered around like leaf litter. "Thank you." He started as he takes a seat, an arm resting on the back of his chair.

"I wanted to asked about your choices in feeding first,"