Oh Pearl. You sweet summer child.

"Oh?" Tarn's eyebrow creeps up as he takes a delicate sip of his drink. Slowly his body begins to relax again. "What made you think to come to the Cetagandans?"

Tarn knows little of the rebels.He can hardly bring himself to care; an organic is an organic and therefore repulsive in Tarn's eyes. His hand in the capture of the rebel princess was nothing more than a means to an end.