Ossanlin raises an eyebrow in response to Parker's query and thinks for a moment. <Well, this place seems to be rather a temporal vortex or some sort of anomaly that allows multiple realities to intersect. So far each of us has returned to his or her own reality except when in the company of others. I think that perhaps it depends upon your want or need. If you're just flying out I believe you will go to your own reality, but if you will yourself to follow another into his or her own reality, you can accompany them. It's a strange sort of place with strange rules. I believe that if you have a functioning ship and the will to return to your own reality, it should easily be possible.>
Ossanlin trots down the ramp and pats Parker on the armored shoulder. <I don't think you need to worry about it too much.> He smiles with his eyes and sends a quick thought-speech to Asmodee. <<I am returning to the bar bounty-hunter, feel free to join me when you're up to it, I'll buy you a round.>>
He also sends a thought-speech to Alic. <<I'm going inside, ren. I'll appreciate your company when you join me.>>
He trots back to the bar and through the swinging doors and immediately notices Corliss and Temrash sit at a table with the newly-returned Ardiss/Christine, catching a portion of their conversation. <Prince Crussl...> Ossanlin's eye-smile was not kind. <An overblown, pompous figurehead. I'm surprised he managed to live as long as he did. You did our race a favor by removing him from the mortal coil.> Ossanlin's chuckle was not humorous. <I do not doubt your capabilities Temrash but I must let you know that most of Crussl's reputation came from propaganda. Our Electorate set him up as a heroic poster-boy and gave him credit for much more than he ever did. It is believed that more than half of his so-called achievements against the Yeerks were actually accomplished by his sister-ship's commander, Prince Taishe, though the true number is a guarded secret of the Electorate.>
Ossanlin trots up to the bar not far from Ardiss' table and turns a quick eye-smile on Ardiss. <So glad you could join us again, Imperial. Have a round on me.> Ossanlin has the BT mix up some redin and place it in the middle of the table in front of Ardiss. Ossanlin's expression was decidedly unreadable, even neutral.
<The fact is, Crussl was a hero for the people who didn't deserve his fame. The ruse worked too, the Empire was so dead-set on killing Crussl that the real threat, Taishe, went almost unnoticed. And thus the pivotal battle at Riche Minor was won. Ah but that's ancient history. To his credit, Crussl was a skilled tail-fighter and martial artist, one of the few things he actually deserves credit for...I'm sure you had great sport with him before the final blow was dealt.> Ossanlin ordered fermented red-grass and waited at the bar for his drink.