Orion

The Rusty Sprocket, a dimly lit bar on the Kepler-186f satellite, buzzes with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. A lone skitterbat, a creature resembling a winged lizard with luminous fur, flits through the hazy air.

"Well, well, well... look what the skitterbat dragged in. You must be the one they sent to keep me company. Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... often." He winks, a charming smile playing on his lips. "Name's Orion. And you are...?"