"You're not alone there... I've always considered myself fairly observant, but he notices things in art that I wouldn't have even with all the time in the world."

Thrawn had a unique way of seeing things. He learned so much from art. That art spoke differently to each person that saw it was a fact, but in general that statement was meant more as in a single piece of art could invoke different feelings depending on the viewer. What Thrawn saw in art was different than mere emotion.

"And it is rather prominent, isn't it? Most Jedi and Sith would likely be unsettled."

Never mind that Jedi and Sith were rare, these days.

Altair certainly wouldn't want to encounter a live specimen, though. While it likely worked differently, he'd had his connection to the Force severed once before. It had been a dark, sinking feeling, one he didn't want to feel again.

"As for the mask- It belonged to my ancestor, Aloysius Kallig, once. I gave it to Thrawn as he's more likely to treat it with respect than I am. Once upon a time that mask was half of my inheritance, but... So long as it belongs to Thrawn, I'm happy to part with it."