As Alicio mentioned senate functions, Desric nodded in confirmation. An eye for faces, that one - not quite as good as himself, mind you, but then he was 'cheating' by pairing cybernetic eyes with facial recognition.
There was not a single Senator he would not recognise on sight.
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Ah, but where are my manners? Desric Terassi. Senator of Arcadia, but let us skip the titles for me too." Raising his mug, steam billowed up towards his face. "
Simple, yet tasty. Perfect for this time of year," He noted, his gaze moving between Alicio and Amani. The Senator was relevant to his
job, but 'healing' was fascinatingly exotic. He had met a Jedi(ish) Healer before, but she had been too busy drinking her sorrows away to satisfy his curiosity.
Before he could decide on a follow-up, the Chancellor began her speech.
It was, by most metrics, a good speech. It appealed to the appropriate sentiments while remaining suitably concise, given the site and audience. Anything longer would have led to a great many impatient children. Still, if he was not mistaken there had been a hint of wistfulness in her mannerisms, if not her words. Another fact filed away for later.
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My roots are on Serenno." He remarked, glancing up at the glowing orbs above them. "
Too bad it is under the Iron Sun."
A thoroughly unpleasant regime, that. Objectively speaking, it was better than the Sith Empire had been by many metrics, but it was hard to be objective when things got personal. Besides, he loathed authoritarianism in general.