Wendell Mortimer Glolmark
"Seem anything odd? Unexplainable?" Kuna raised his tufted eyebrows in mock astonishment. He pulled a flask from his cargo-vest and uncorked the top, taking a swig before offering it over. He waved one hand gently through the air ahead of hi, looking up. "Only the deaths and births of stars, the graveyards of planets, the eternal mystery of love and passion, worlds of nothing but gas whose grip cannot be escaped. The insanity of the hyperlanes and the ecumenopolis, and most unknowable of all, the greed of the corporate exec, the bureaucrat, and the politician, eager to devour everything in the name of whatever they feel gives them the divine right to take more than they need."
He shook his head. "This galaxy is a bizarre place, my friend."