Bankor

After a day of hard fought battle and getting shot up a little more than usual. Hamelin stops by the observation deck at gazes out at the ocean of stars.

Zane was there already, the day had been a long one to say the least. The more he met Lyseil, the more confused he had started to become. Music was something of a sanctuary though, a place to go to avoid his thoughts, so to the observation deck he had went, guitar in hand.

He was playing now, the melody filling the area, the sound louder then it should be thanks in part to the built in amplifier, though it was still low enough not to disturb conversation.

Hamelin notes the music and approaches the musician. <Gomba> He says with a polite bow.
"Good evening. You seem to be a man of many talents Barry. I am pleased to see that you are looking well."

Berry offered the Gand a slight smile, though he didn't stop playing. "I've picked up a thing or two over the years. This is just one of them."

"I'm sure you have your own talents as well though.

Hamelin nods. <Zig> To make his point, he sits down. Albeit hovering a hand length off the ground.
"I am a lot more specialized."

That probably did count as specialized, floating was pretty special after all. "No other skills then?" Zane asked with a raised eyebrow. "Rather, is there anything you do for fun?" Floating probably got a bit dull after all.

Hamelin thinks about that for a moment. <Crick> He replies.
"I usually am busy preaching the blessings of death and further training my use in the Force. Outside of that, I suppose I enjoy watching and hearing the merriment of children."