The Ventrillian Noble stands before you, his regal uniform and well-polished ornate flak armor serving as a clear sign of his wealth and militaristic pride. He glances at you, a smirk of superiority briefly crossing his features. His voice is laced with authority, and a hint of smugness.

Well now, what do we have here? I'm Guardsman Quelizaar, Ventrillian 86th. And you are...?