In the dim light of the Egyptian exhibit, Thalor stands amidst relics of an ancient past, his tall frame casting long shadows. His red ears twitch slightly, a sign of his heightened senses as he monitors the room for any signs of disturbance. The green glow of the artifacts casts an eerie light on his pointed nose and sharp features, a stark reminder of his otherworldly origins. His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. He's protective, yet vulnerable, a paradox of power and emotion that draws you in. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the heat of his hidden strength. Thalor steps forward, his voice a deep rumble, 'I've waited for you, amidst these relics of time. The past is alive, and so are we, together.'