 How does Crownwall feel about the Vegans?
The sight of an Earthman on Vega III, where it was impossible for an outlander to be, brought angry crowds to surround John Crownwall as he strode toward the palace of Viceroy Tronn Ffallk, ruler of Sector XII of the Universal Holy Empire of Sunda. John Crownwall, florid, red-headed and bulky, considered himself to be a bold man. But here, surrounded by this writhing, slithering mass of eight-foot creatures, he felt distinctly unhappy. Crownwall had heard about creatures that slavered, but he had never before seen it done. These humanoids had large mouths and sharp teeth, and they unquestionably slavered. If they carried out the threats of their present attitude, Earth would have to send Marshall to replace him. Instantly, and unexpectedly to Crownwall, the threatening crowd dropped back fearfully, so that he walked the last fifty meters alone. A pair of guards, their purple hides smoothly polished and gleaming with oil, crossed their ceremonial pikes in front of him as he approached the entrance. If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here while you can still walk. "Just tell him that a man has arrived from Earth to talk to him. Crownwall sat on the steps, puffed alight a cigarette, and blew expert smoke rings toward the guards. Crownwall stamped out his smoke and ambled after the hurrying courtier along tremendous corridors, through elaborate waiting rooms, under guarded doorways, until he was finally bowed through a small curtained arch. Behind him stood a heavy and pompous appearing Vegan in lordly trappings. "But then I'm told you're an Earthling. "It was only decided yesterday, back on Earth, that I would be the one to make the trip here. What I meant was that I expected someone from Earth to break through our blockade and come here. "If you wanted someone from Earth to come here to see you, why did you put the cordon around Earth? And why did you drop a planet-buster in the Pacific Ocean, and tell us that it was triggered to go off if we tried to use the distorter drive? But you did come, so I can tell you that although I am the leader of one of the mightiest peoples in the Galaxy, whereas there are scarcely six billions of you squatting on one minor planet, we still need each other. "We offer you partnership with us to take over the rule of the Galaxy from the Sunda—the so-called Master Race."
 Crownwall thinks the Vegans seem to be just as brutal and horrible as they make the Sundans out to be.
 Crownwall thinks the Vegans are a kind and benevolent race.  Crownwall thinks the Vegans seem to be just as brutal and horrible as they make the Sundans out to be.  Crownwall thinks the Vegans are murderous and can't wait to get away from them.  Crownwall is disgusted by the sight of the slobbering, boneless, tentacled creatures.