Xenophon smiles at her in an encouraging way and some of her fear fades. She WAS about to speak, but hears Cylon's footsteps and scurries back to the table to be in position to serve him and his guest.
"Welcome, welcome," Cylon says as he enters the room. "It is always a pleasure to have guests." He's a man nearing middle age, finely dressed, with enough gold and jewels that they would be considered a bit excessive even by local standards. He is, on the surface, every bit the genial host.
But he is a man obsessed with wealth, with power, a war profiteer, and most of what he has traces back in some way to human suffering. The echoes around him are likely unpleasant.
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Date: 2024-09-07 11:14 pm (UTC)"Welcome, welcome," Cylon says as he enters the room. "It is always a pleasure to have guests." He's a man nearing middle age, finely dressed, with enough gold and jewels that they would be considered a bit excessive even by local standards. He is, on the surface, every bit the genial host.
But he is a man obsessed with wealth, with power, a war profiteer, and most of what he has traces back in some way to human suffering. The echoes around him are likely unpleasant.