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[ When in doubt, just bluff your way through. Besides, eldar aren't bad. Just mysterious, treacherous, and possibly rapacious. ]
A pleasure to meet you as well then. [ He blinks, realizing he's not hearing the usual strange resonance that he associates with eldar vocal chords, but dismisses it. He heads towards the baths proper, and sits down in his towel, moving a bit gingerly as he favors various old war injuries, from which you can more or less take your pick. The two most noticeable scars are a huge puckered pink mass on his stomach, where it looks like he got torn by something mechanical... and a crater-like scar on his chest, at his heart, with secondary white surgical marks slowly fading near it. ]
So how did one of the Eldar find themselves here? [ He finally manages, figuring this at least is a fairly safe conversation subject. ]