“He is still wounded and startled, Dr. Theodore Rubrick, but he is improving.”
“Very good.”
“What on earth is this place … ?”
“Your name is Ralph Williams, is it?”
“Yes, but may I know what is this place? And did the Republic win the war?”
“It suffered a series of defeats, pushing it eastwards towards the Nesaviorinkai mountains. And you happen to be a soldier of the Velanion Armed Forces, are you?”
“Yeah, sir. I thought I was dead, and I might be in the afterlife.”
“But you can smell your own blood, the drinks, and the dinner that my children have prepared for you, can you?”
“Come in, Vielarinta, and give him his meal.”
“Sir, aren’t those the wildfolk? I thought that they’re a race of dangerous savages who will tear you apart.”
“This one and her friend are, and so is the boy at the corner who is recording your status. But I assure you that they are not from the flesh-eating barbarian tribes that the Empire has now put to slavery and contant abuse.”
“Are these wildfolk yours?”
“Yes, but I consider them as my children, not as slaves as most keepers do. As I was scavenging for records from the distant past of the Grand Precursors, I found these orphans within a ruined subway. They were frightened, famished, and poorly-clothed, and what speech they had was nothing but unearthly shrieks. With some food I visited them again, and convinced them to follow me, and I henceforth taught them to speak and live like civilised people. I love them as I loved my own children, though the latter were so wayward that they deserted me.”
“Please, Mr. Williams, take this bread and glass of wine. It is delicious.”
“Thanks.”
Fluttershy models by Stefano96, Timber Spruce model by EmpireofTime, Dr Schwaiger model by Lt_Commander
(I am not sure on what tag should I use, when the characters in a picture represent entirely different characters, such as a ragdoll of Dr. Schwaiger representing the kind Dr. Theodore Rubrick?)