Jace had remained silent for a bit, taking in the information offered by his employer. 'So in short, we are planning to attend a gathering hosted by a decadent tech-addict, with a guest list consisting of slavers, traitors and unsanctioned psykers. In a station where several organizations have a grudge against you, personally, at least one of which is actively watching us as we speak.'
The navigator sighs, setting aside his amasec untouched at Icarus' assessment of the beverage. 'Honestly captain, I fail to see what you intend to achieve by attending this dinner party. The rambling nonsense of soothsaying witches? Pfah!'
He sighs, taking a moment to regain his composure. 'I am sorry, captain. Ultimately the decision is yours, and I will defer to your greater expertise in spotting opportunities for business. But I do feel compelled to point out that perhaps the wisest course of action would be to leave this place, before the Inquisition comes to purge this den of renegades.'