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Grayback narrows his eyes a bit, his tail giving an agitated twitch. "I see. You are right, I do not understand. I fail to see how any one race is better than any other. We all have our strengths, our weaknesses, and all bring something to the table." he says coolly.

Grayback in turn raises an eyeridge. "In what way would I not?" he asks, taking a sip of his drink. "We are all in this together, are we not?"

Grayback nods. "Ah, I see. Money seems to be what everything boils down to." he says, sipping his drink.

"I admit I was not privy to the particulars of why it was cancelled. What is your perspective on it?" Grayback inquires, taking a sip of his drink.

Grayback's ear twitches towards the holovid, and shakes his head slightly. "Such a highly controversial project. One that could have saved our soldier's lives from dying in the vacuum of space, but then there are those who don't want people replaced with machines." he says, taking a sip of his drink. "The age old question."

Grayback takes up his drink and takes a sip. "Ahh, perfect. Thank you." he nods to the Castori, and taps into the terminal his account code to pay for the drink. He then looks to Leopold, and also nods, settling in to enjoy his drink until the competition begins. "Well, they are not always everyone's cup of tea, so to speak."

Grayback settles onto a stool to await his drink, casually tapping into a terminal on the bar his entrance into the evening's trivia competition. "I do rather enjoy trivia. Will you be participating as well?" he inquires of Leopold.

Formerly of the Vanguard, Grayback Nimblefoot now is retired and has taken over the leadership of his house. The elderly Demarian noble enters the bar after a day of dealing with Consortium bureaucrats over various political issues concerning Demaria presently. A little slower than he was, his gray mane now showing tinges of white fur, he walks with the aid of an ornate ebony cane with a gold handle shaped like a Demarian paw in a fist. Stepping up to the bar, he finds a seat near where Leopold is sitting, and orders a glass of Demarian wine. "Chilled, and in a clean glass." he adds.

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