Once, the ram-headed Khemru were a soft-spoken, peaceful race. Their voice was a gentle whisper. Their demeanor was placid and serene, never angry. They radiated an aura of tranquility which was palpable, and invoked a peaceful stillness in those around them. From below gray-furred brow ridges, their pale blue eyes studied the world searching for wisdom and understanding. They were sworn pacifists, and some even dulled the sharp tops of their horns to keep from accidentally injuring another.