Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-32600226-20190912014607

Tarkhan thudded forward, towering over those near him and hardly sparing the guardsmen a glance. He cared little for them and even many of his compainions seeing them as barely above servitors. He spared a look at Dion, or rather Dion's pistol, something he would have to get a look at later. In fact the only two people who interested him at all were the Governess as she was his hostess, and Iselith, a member of a species whose technology he had long found facinating.

As the Governess extended her greeting, Tarkhan stepped forward and shook her hand, brushing his robes aside in the process. This revealed the metal plating covering most of his body, only the upper half of his face was uncovered by metal, showing both a normal eye and a bionic eye. "Yes, that seems most efficent at present," he answered to the governess's question, his voice echoing metalically from a speaker on his neck.