
Keythote makes his way slowly across the yacht's deck, his usual whine of repulsors replaced with a slow slither and the 'thunk' of a walking stick. The Hutt's fine suit does little to hide the cast on his tail or the next scars down his chin. Nonetheless, he is in fine spirits!
Sando is fussing more than usual and at one point starts a staccato tirade directed towards a nobleman who nearly stepped on his liege's injured tail. For once it is Keyhote who has to defuse things.
"Pantha what is the matter with you? The ambassador is an Ithorian, they don't have much vision even at the best of times."
His squire's bows his head red cheeked. "I know yer lordship, but he very nearly trod on your impressive appendage! It could have worsened the injury."
Keyhote nods and slowly lowers himself to place a giant hand on Sando's cheek
"Your diligence does you credit my friend, but truly, my recovery is well in hand. It will take more than a hateful hound to purge the love from me! Now come, let us turn our minds from death and despair and rejuvenate our spirits with camaraderie."
Slowly straightening he spots Aurilie over the crowd
"And there is the noble prince as if almost on cue. Come along, let us make ourselves known."
The two approach the great hunter of Black Tooth and bow politely.