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The Overseer's face hardened, and he held out his hand and closed it around the flame, dousing it. 
"There are rules regarding ship breaches." The Overseer stated, his eyes began to glow a dull orange. A whisper, growing louder until it became a yell, inside Steelclaws head, along with an uncomfortable feeling as if someone had invaded his personal space... followed by a disorientating tearing of thoughts, as though an internet connection had low bandwidth and the image was lagging, so were his thoughts. Disjointed and lagging. A mindfray. [i] You would do well to follow them! [/i]. Almost as soon as it began, it halted, and his eyes returned to normal. "Does the Steelclaw understand?" The Overseer's gave remained hard and unforgiving, and it was clear he had perceived the use of magic inside his ship as either a breach of protocol or an attack from the way he spoke