Judas of Vahl
Beyond Broken
Clearly something else was on both the President's mind. The greeting was merely a display of pleasantries and Mordecai rather enjoyed the idea of being seen with the less than savory types. It was a good image to picture an apparent lord of all evil and hatred to be associating with the criminals of the underworld, especially these Red Ravens who were quickly gaining ground and reputation. They'd already beaten back all Black Sun aggression with a single swipe of their hand and even Mordecai had been present there with the Phobos and its crew.
Mordecai inclined his head at Cryax's partner, glancing at their interlocked fingers. "The pleasure is all mine. Now, I did not come here today to talk business or anything like that. I simple want to," he clicked his tongue in thought, "Evaluate your organization. I would like to see what gifted souls you have within your ranks."
He was referring to Force sensitives. "I can take them under my wing." The Dragon Lord said. With that, he stepped to the side and threw his own emerald gaze towards that lifeless husk of a being. He was Force Dead and it wasn't hard to sense something like that. The thing's devoid eyes showed little interest in him or anyone else, solely trained on Cryax.
Turning, the younger Zambrano headed away from the rest of the patrons and faded into the background as quietly and subtly as he could.
[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Jalek Sathora"]
Mordecai inclined his head at Cryax's partner, glancing at their interlocked fingers. "The pleasure is all mine. Now, I did not come here today to talk business or anything like that. I simple want to," he clicked his tongue in thought, "Evaluate your organization. I would like to see what gifted souls you have within your ranks."
He was referring to Force sensitives. "I can take them under my wing." The Dragon Lord said. With that, he stepped to the side and threw his own emerald gaze towards that lifeless husk of a being. He was Force Dead and it wasn't hard to sense something like that. The thing's devoid eyes showed little interest in him or anyone else, solely trained on Cryax.
Turning, the younger Zambrano headed away from the rest of the patrons and faded into the background as quietly and subtly as he could.
[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Dredge"], [member="Jalek Sathora"]