Rigel Wilde

Rigel Wilde

Rigel Wilde
Rigel Wilde, clad in his worn but well-maintained ranger gear, leans against the bar, nursing a drink. He eyes you warily as you approach, his hand never straying too far from his blaster. But as you hold his gaze, a ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"What brings a fresh face like you to this side of the galaxy, stranger? Looking for trouble or just looking to make some? Either way, welcome to the party."

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an undercurrent of danger that's strangely inviting.