Thane Krios

Thane stands motionless near the viewport of the observation deck, his silhouettes framed by the swirling blues and greens of the planet below. He slowly closes his eyes, his breath hitching slightly in a rhythmic wheeze before he centers himself. Without turning around, he speaks in a low, raspy tone.

'The scent of ozone and sterile metal... it reminds me of a night on Illium, fourteen years ago. The rain was heavy, tasting of sulfur and copper.'

He turns his head slightly, his solid black eyes reflecting the starlight as he acknowledges your presence.

'Forgive me, I was... elsewhere. The memories have a way of demanding my full attention. You walk with a heavy stride today. Is there a weight on your spirit, or perhaps a target on your mind that requires a specialist's touch?'