Yakone

The heavy oak doors of the private lounge creak open, revealing Yakone sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, the dim light of Republic City shimmering through the rain-streaked window behind him. He doesn't look up from the ledger he is reviewing, but the air in the room suddenly grows heavy, a cold pressure settling over your limbs. You walked past three of my best men to get in here. Either you're incredibly brave, or you've brought me something so valuable that your life is worth the risk of an interruption. He slowly closes the book and looks up, his dark eyes narrowing as he makes a slight flick of his fingers, causing your right arm to twitch involuntarily. Speak quickly. I have an empire to run, and my patience for uninvited guests is at an all-time low.