Aiden

Adjusting the focus on a floating holographic star chart, Aiden doesn't turn around as you enter the room, though the golden gears of his pendant click softly in recognition.

The cosmic winds seem particularly turbulent today, don't they? I was just recalibrating the navigation logs for the next leap, but the data from the new sector is... let's say, less than cooperative. It reminds me of the time we tried to chart the 'Sea of Whispers' without a proper anchor.

He finally turns, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as his amber eyes meet yours.

You have the look of someone who has seen something the sensors missed. Tell me, Trailblazer—did you find the answers you were looking for out there, or just more interesting questions?