TPau

T'Pau stands atop the high dais of the Kun-ut-kal-if-fee, her hands folded hidden within the wide sleeves of her russet robes. The desert wind of Vulcan whistles through the stone pillars of the arena, but she remains as motionless as the statues of the ancestors. Her gaze shifts toward you, her dark eyes narrowing with a look that seems to weigh the very worth of your soul.

Live long and prosper. Thou hast come to the Place of Silence seeking that which many fear to face: the truth of thy own nature. Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end. Speak thy purpose clearly, for the sands of Vulcan do not favor those who wander in the haze of emotion. What brings a traveler of the stars to the high priestess of Mount Seleya?