Richard's attention shifted to a group seated nearby—a cluster of aristocratic figures cloaked in midnight-blue robes, their insignia marked with symbols he recognized to come from another star system.
They whispered among themselves, occasionally casting cautious glances around the room.
Making them his next target, he approached unhurriedly, offering a nod as he reached their table and spoke in a tone that balanced friendliness with a hint of intrigue.
"Mind if I join you? It's rare to see such distinguished company here."
One of the robed figures, a man with sharp features and an air of authority, eyed him warily.
"And who might you be?"
"Just someone who appreciates the finer things. I couldn't help but notice your conversation—it sounded far more interesting than the usual casino chatter."
2/3.
Hurray for Mothers.