Morosch gave what smile he was capable of giving, "perhaps we shall train together in the near future. I think we would learn much from each other. But, this ship is not the place to do it. Perhaps the Klingon colony on Canaria will be a more suitable place."
Standing up, he noticed the extended hand of his new friend. Again, he gave the smile of which he was able and took his hand in his own. "Two men, very different yet the same of the other and of those around us," he said, "I think we will get along just fine." He then escorted him towards the lounge.
"Be patient in courting Miss Nagger," Morosch explained, "she is fragile and takes time to give acceptance. Once she does, she is at the least a good friend. I would give my life for her."
As he said it, there she was, working behind the bar. By the look, life was good again.
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