Walking at a brisk pace in the old temple, he had knew it seen better days. Most of the area has now fallen asunder, more so on the inside as the melted snow now pours into the ever flowing river that was now this strangely odd temple. Moving at a brisk pace, his tendriled face curled as he entered an old meditation chamber, a massive one as before him was many stones, crumbled into one. Going towards it with his long flowing robes, he would brush it aside as he saw a faint trickle of light, pulling out from the rubble was what he came after.
"The Datacron of Lwhekk...at long last. A center of information, all to myself. I will rebuild...in entirety. The Siths own little playground...now mine once more."
Darth Laesis