"The Citadel was designed to impress," Ibani replies, tone dry. Because that one building emblazoned with the red Imperial insignia was what Garyn was surprised by and not everything. (If anyone buys that, there's this spaceport Ibani would like to sell them.)

Luckily, there's something to distract Garyn from the sight of the city. Unluckily, that something is Khem Val. The Dashade looks even larger in person, a wall of muscle and predatory intent. The talons on his hands could easily disembowel a man and the blade on his back is large enough that even Khem must use both hands to wield it.

It would be easy to write Khem Val off as dumb muscle, but there is a look of keen intelligence in Khem's eyes as he looks at Garyn. The gaze of a warrior assessing another warrior's strength, how easy he would be to kill, how he is likely to respond to a threat, whether he is predator or prey. Khem is....not impressed by what he sees in Garyn. Khem Val snorts disdainfully and turns his gaze to Ibani.

"It is weak, my Master" the Dashade sneers. For all that Garyn's ears have never heard the words before, the syllables are no more mysterious to him than Ta'agra thanks to his being 'given' the language by Ibani. "What can it do that I, the Devourer of the Dromund System, cannot?"