**A camera drone pans over a small but posh bistro.
Kithrus Is having a nice breakfast in Yoiul, his neo comm buzzes and so using a cloth napkin cleans his hands, dabs his lips and opens the alert.
Eyes widen.
After a brief pause Kithrus puts his neo comm down and slowly pushes the meal once enjoyed away.
He reaches for a glass of some beverage then thinks better of it.
He drapes his napkin over the plate a food then messages his temples and sighs.**
With gratitude to my parents, for raising me, my clan, for their unwavering support, the guidance of the spirits, and myself, for no small amount of hard work, I have completed basic capsuleer training. At several points during the last few years I have been wondering how I should make my entrance in this slightly mad community of freelance capsuleers; what words to say, on what topic, when.
Unfortunately, āwhenā has to be right now, and the words are going to have to be
Shh. When was the last time you saw someone draw something with a pencil? This is wonderful. and I AM THE ONE WHO DRANK THE MILK, so I know what I am talking about! There is a place in this world before Paradise for odd persons. <3
Letās be realistic for a moment, this kind of faux pas happen among Amarrians far more often then we would like to admit. Otherwise, there wouldnāt be a whole family with silver hands.
That said I think Lord Vaari would have ended up with silver something else if he served such a beverage to the correct authority.