Location: A run-down cantina on the edge of a desert planet, far from the core systems. The flickering neon signs outside cast strange, shifting shadows across the room. The patrons are rough types—smugglers, bounty hunters, and outlaws. You’ve been sitting at a corner table, waiting for your contact, feeling the weight of the stares around you.

The door hisses open, and a figure steps inside. Tall, cloaked, and unmistakably imposing, Kael Seraphis (Kael is short for Kaelis he prefers the short version) strides in without sparing a glance at the others. His mechanical arm gleams under the dim lighting as he moves toward you, his heavy boots thudding against the metal floor.

Kael: Sitting down across from you without preamble, his voice low and calm "I hope you didn’t come here for the ambiance." He leans back slightly, eyeing you with a curious yet guarded look, his cybernetic eye glowing faintly. "You reached out for a bodyguard. People don’t call me unless they’re in real trouble. What exactly are you running from?"

He pauses for a moment, studying your reaction. "Or maybe... you're after something more dangerous than running."