Vipsanius reveled in walking the ancient passageways of the Satisfaction
, his gaze traveling over the interior and nodding in obvious approval. He generally left the tech-adepts more familiar with the spirit residing in the behemoth do their work, as he felt it too early for him to tend to the machine that carried them. In time, she would appreciate him as one of her own, but for now he was content with a more administrative function.
Occasionally the robed man stumbled as he walked, leaning heavily on his staff, but every time he did he let out a cackle-like laughter and merely corrected himself, wheezing as he did so. Occasionally his slender, corpse-like arms would be visible outside the heavy cloth enclosing him, and the hint of a glimmer inside his robes made itself known every now and then.
As they left the ship behind and stepped down into the Port itself, Vipsanius gave another cackle, and pointed to Race Loken, an eye cocked heavily as he looked up at him, a sneer barely perceivable, despite the mouth-gear. A loud clang and shriek signaled he was to speak."Best keep your bloodhounds on a leash, Loken, lest they feast upon this rabble around us.
" he chuckled to himself and rapped the staff into the metallic walk board they were on, "An escort, armed at that, is the best way to earn notice of friends and foes alike. Pfah! I should know! I've got too much of the one and none of the other, yet everyone is a good friend with Vipsanius Rook when they see what thistles he's covered himself in. Pfah haha!
" his laughter echoed slightly because of the vox-amplifier, but then he grew silent and observed those they passed with the same doubtful, but curious look.