He sat silently as the trumpet and drumming tune echoed through the chamber. Normally his attention was locked onto the young woman dancing before him to the rhythm of the rapid tempo of the Klingon music. He often found it puzzling that out of all the Klingon women available, whose beauty he was actually drawn to, it was a non-klingon female that could actually perform the complicated dance moves and patterns as it was meant to be. This evening though, his attention was not as focused on the dancing, but more to the troubled intelligence reports that he had been receiving with the other High Council members. With troubled thoughts in mind, he failed to notice the faltered step to a routine that she had done perfectly countless times before. She spun rapidly; though instead of the expression of delight in dancing that she normally had, her eyes seemed to stare as though looking for something very far away. A sorrowful longing clung to her.