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Lendri nodded, shifting her robes a bit. It was good to see a forge build ship after so many years on the move. The welds were familiar and the mimicry of the home race's ship were top notch. Now if only she could find others of her kind. The realization that they had spread out so thinnly was quite unsettling to say the least.

She sighed as the armojan joined them, as much as she was all for getting a hold of his ship this was not the time for scrapping it down and building it anew. She had a working and functioning ship. Not only that she did not carry the same level of enthusiasm for her person as him. Granted this was a sector that she had been to, but she didn't think of herself as anything special. Just a meer Priest. A keeper of her people's lore, history and schematics on nearly every kind of ship they had come across. At least that's what her robe said to any other forge walker. To any other race, it was just very ornate robes for a large race.

She tilted her head to the side again, confused. "Is your companion alright? Rides in ships one isn't acclimated to can make one quite ill." she noted, remember how many newly grown forge walkers got sick on their first rides on other ships. While amusing for the older walkers, it was sometimes annoying to clean up the mess.

She eyed the armojan's companion with some suspicion. Having not seen that style of armor since landing on gilgora V for a job and getting attacked by the locals that called her a demon. She could never be too sure at this rate. The guard had not been hostile towards her, probably due to not being hostile herself. It was probably for the better. So long as she kept her cool, no one would be roasted.