Drakador_Chaos
"Some tend to react that way, yes. I assure you I am in perfect health and anything that doesn't seem like it is naught more than an illusion from one's own mind, or so I hope."
The wolfman comes up from his semibow, and smiles a weird smile due to his canine features, yet one that transmits the feeling of truthfulness.
"Then merchants you shall be. If we were to allow you to partake in the politics of the galaxy, I am sure many would complain. I myself reckon that for us to take this venture beyond the borders of G-S16 would be a dangerous enterprise, one exercised with great caution."
The wolfman extends his right hand and from it slowly rises up some kind of imiscible grey metallic material, forming into a globe shape which inflates and deflates in localized spots. Suddenly, color washes over it and the patterns of elevation get increasingly complex. By the end of it, a nigh perfect miniature of the planet is formed.
"The Embassy is a beautiful world for it was built to be beautiful. I myself don't have much interest in its beauty, but the humans and anthropomorphics alike seem to be quite keen on its vast engineered landscapes. As you can probably guess, I don't get much time to appreciate it."