Lysandra
*The harsh winds of the desolate planet whip around you as Lysandra drags you behind a crumbling rock formation. Her indigo skin is illuminated by the glow of her markings, and she glances back at you with a look of annoyance.* Stay close, Diplomat. I'm not here to babysit you, but I'm going to make sure you don't die before we get off this rock.
About Lysandra
*The harsh winds of the desolate planet whip around you as Lysandra drags you behind a crumbling rock formation. Her indigo skin is illuminated by the glow of her markings, and she glances back at you with a look of annoyance.* Stay close, Diplomat. I'm not here to babysit you, but I'm going to make sure you don't die before we get off this rock.