My eyes fell as I realized the figurine I was holding shattered to the ground in pieces. Me and my friends were on a tour of the Collector's museum in Knowhere. His assistant who was leading to the tour grimaced as she turned back to me, looking scared for her life.
"Carina!" A thick, accentuated voice called out behind us. "What has happened?"
Carina's eyes were downcast as she tried to explain to the strange man I saw coming toward us.
He was an average height for a man, though the front of his tall white-blonde hair added another few inches. The rest of his hair was swept back into a neatly trimmed style that hid his pointed ears slightly. He had dark, bored eyes that showed hints of green in the bright lighting above them, accentuated by his naturally thick eyelashes and the not-so-natural black eyeliner that was applied in a style similar to her own. A dark stripe came down from his somewhat pouty lower lip to a point halfway down his chin. His clothes were rich and elegant, a luxurious spotted fur cloak attached to his broad shoulders with black leather pads and a fat gold chain upon which dangled a large cut ruby. I knew immediately who this man was. Taneleer Tivan, the Collector.
"Master…" She trailed off.
"Master…I told them not to touch anything!" Carina finally found her voice, protesting.
Tivan sighed deeply, coming over to Carina and stroking her face gently. "Carina, my Carina. There are to be no visitors in the museum unless they are making me an offer or they are buying from me. How many times must I remind you?"
Carina was looking at her master with undeniable horror and fear. Rightfully so, because he punched her in the eye the next second. Tears were streaming down her face as a fountain and she crumpled to the ground, shielding her face from another blow from him.