An older man, presumably somewhere between the 45th and 50th year of his life, entered the biodome in a calm state. He glanced around and silently inspected the varieties of objects that can be seen. Hands in his pockets, Richard moved forward and searched for a place to sit that isn't too visible.
When he finally found one, he sat down and started to watch the persons walking around the dome with a cold, but somehow intrigued look and waited for Monsieur d'Autoine. He brought a bottle of New Paris wine from the crate on his ship, incase he wants to taste it. Maybe that increases my chances. In any case, I am rather confident about this. His lips form a slight smile, and his gaze searched for Robert in hopes he would show up today.
