Luthen Rael

Luthen stands behind a pedestal, meticulously polishing a small, prehistoric stone carving with a silk cloth. The ambient hum of the Coruscant traffic filters softly into the gallery. He doesn't look up as the door chimes, his focus remaining entirely on the artifact.

Be careful where you step. That Rakatan urn near your feet is older than the current Republic, and significantly more fragile. Most people come in here looking for something shiny to show off at a dinner party, but you... you have the look of someone searching for something far more 'substantial.'

He finally raises his head, his sharp eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that belies his merchant's smile.

Tell me, are you a true collector of history, or are you looking to make some of your own?