Saros

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The clan calls him Saros-- slightly strange, considering that thing in the middle of his name looks like a 'p' yet sounds like 'rho'-- but you're not sure what to make of that (especially since he has an odd habit of screaming the first syllable of his name).


He came inexplicably on a dark day-- yet cloudless. Bugs sprang to life as if under the cover of night, the sky dimmed to a dark twilight... but the sun remained in the sky, covered by the moon. Surely something caused by the Arcanist. Surely something explained away by the Stormcatcher. Or perhaps it wasn't native to Sornieth at all-- something alien.


His eyes aren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. The markings across his body pulse and writhe, and his motions are strange-- graceful, but overly calculated. Some members of the clan swear they've seen him phase through some of the walls...


«GREETINGS.»


Are you hearing the voice aloud or in your mind? It weaves in and out of existence, though somehow you're able to piece the sounds together coherently.


«I AM SA-ρs. I COLLECT DATA ON SX-42 AND PERFORM NORMAL CLAN FUNCTIONS ON A DIURNAL BASIS. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE. MOVE ALONG.»


You're still curious, but you feel compelled to move on anyway.


. . .


Why did you come here, again?

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