Delving into ones mind. A forgotten memory.

[Talon Rahl]

Nabou was his Home he was attempting to find solace, his safe place. After nearly six months since he had awoken from a force coma, he could not understand or remember if he was the one who induced flashburn; which in turn wiped the last five years from his memory. During that time he searched through the holonet for any mention of his name, all he could find was the CIS labeled him as missing in action.


He could only wonder how long he had been on Naboo, so many unanswered questions, and who brought him here, and for what

Purpose without any explanation. Nothing about this had made any sense, every thought he had had left him with more questions. He could remember being a guardian for the Naboo government, head of the protection services of high government officials, and the protection of civilians. He could not remember how he came to be in the service of the Confederacy.


He could sense it something was amiss, did he know something? Was he branded a traitor, perhaps a bounty was placed on his head and some one who cared for him wiped his memory and brought him here, still he could not put together the pieces, besides something for that to happen would have to be drastic. Completely out of character for him.


Before all this happened, prior to his memory wipe, he believed the Jedi order had failed him stuck in their one way thinking, causing his first apprentice to fall to the dark side and Talon could do nothing to save her. She was a lot like him saw both sides of the force, except she was going through a trial and he confronted the order to step in help her but since she was going dark they refused and Talon could not help her on his own. He could only assume that was when he came to the confederacy, perhaps she found purpose with them. Everything was a clouded mess of thoughts and emotions.


Talon relied on his meditation, to keep his center of balance, in Hope's he could sense a disturbance that someone he knew in the confederacy would sense him with knowledge of what happened, or perhaps the person who had put him in a coma. It could be finding a needle in the haystack, but he had to a least try.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

It is not unfamiliar ground that the Sorceress be led to arrive at the doorstep of someone in need of her unique assistance, someone who finds favor in her goddess. Although those were few and far in between, she has accomplished such a phenomenal feat numerous times before this. She had to sign up for a local mission with the Knights Obsidian in order to make her time away from her usual obligations worth while, especially since she had to take leave of the Vicelord when doing so.

She brought her private ship with her this time, so she could come and go from the base as desired without needing to fill out requisition forms and have her movements tracked. Just because she is apprenticed to the Vicelord, does not mean she can vouch for their ships by mere word of mouth. Also there is nothing a woman hates more than to have an account for her time spent away from her duties logged into any shared access computer console.

'No. Don't rise. Stay in meditation. I am coming to you.'

After hours, she finally closed in on the settlement that gave her the strongest vibes and went the rest of the way on foot, as she could focus on reaching her destination which she couldn't do while piloting the craft. Focussing on her objective, walking much like in a trance, she ventured around the settlement, until she simply stopped walking. Her heightened senses relaxed once again, and that is when she saw for whom she had come. That is, he happens to be inside a building, his residence perhaps.

This one had been calling out for assistance for quite some time. It took her nearly a month to pinpoint his quadrant on the star map; her minions simply are no help in locating a planet on the near outskirts of CIS territory, while her primary residence is on the Super Star Destroyer the Dread Queen. If she were to refuse aid, which she had done in her youth, the call she heard inside her head would only become more profound. Technically, she must respond!

Pom Stych Tivé walked the path to the entrance and knocked on the door frame. She knew she had made a connection with the intended, but wonders what face he will make when he sees her and learns that he wasn't dreaming afterall, that he did indeed see her face while she was on approach to meet him.




[member="Talon Rahl"]

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
Talon induced in a force trance, his form of meditation was different from most Jedi and the like. He had built a dojo in his personal residence where he could train and meditate on his own with various types of weapons to accommodate his lightsaber forms.


Finding his center of balance, he always uses a Vibrosword one that was nearly 1000 years old its blade still as sharp as it was when it was forged. Induced in his trance, he felt the surroundings around him sending out his force signatures, as he took on the Shinto stance, the force flowed through him, his blade moved through fluid motions as he cycled through different forms of defences maneuver as though he was protecting himself, as he reached out to the Galaxy looking through the eyes of the force


At first images dark and blurry as though the force trance was all but a dream. He felt something a presence draw near,He still felt the reality of the force blur into one, unsure if what he was feeling was in the here and now until he heard a knock on the breaking his connection with his meditation. Out of instinct he took his lightsaber its place on the wall mount as he made his way to the doorway.


Reaching out he sensed the force signature from the other side of the door, closing his eyes.Slowly he tried to place what he felt, on the surface he felt the words echo in his mind that she was coming to him.Who is this he thought to himself.He opened the door not knowing what to expect.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"Please...some of us just possess some rare abilities," she said. Eyeing his lightsaber, taken up to his side instinctively she suspected him for a warrior or a criminal on the run. She commented, "Shouldn't you seem a little bit more relaxed after meditation? This can't be the way you answer your front door. Unless you plan to stay a bachelor forever." The last part she merely assumed, and easily so, based on the items of furniture she saw casting a subtle speedy gaze through his doorway. She rendered him a smile, finding his expression of surprise to be... "Priceless."

She twirled an amulet between her fingers and thumb, "You did call me. That's the way this has always worked out." Next she wonders, "Regarding why I am called however, you'll have to tell me. You've got some problem you need to work out." She wonders if maybe he isn't the type to tell his woes to strangers, or if maybe his nearest bartender and he are on a first name basis. "Don't worry, there is no charge, since its me coming to you." His need has only whispered to her for a limited number of days, nothing truly annoying that she should want to strangle him by now.

"My name is Pom Stych Tivé," her alias alone she gives up freely. Only her kindred know her true name. "How about lunch? You do lunch?" People are sometimes reluctant to invite a perfect stranger into their home, and a Nightsister at that. She finds most freer to divulge their private stories over lunch in a public place. Not saying that for some she hasn't spiked a drink or two.

'C'mon honey. I've got to be back at the barracks by 6.'

"I only bite if mutually agreed upon." Not true, for she is not a vampire, even if she does look like one; now nibbling...




Talon Rahl

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Laekia
Mid-day

For many years, the modest forest cabin was his home, and it still was a place to return to, to find solace. For certain, temples of the Jedi could stand in for this purpose, but nature was the simplest, purest conduit of the Force, and from the earliest days of the Levantines, he could be found exactly here as he was today, tending to his garden; most days over the past five years, a local contact tended to the greenery - tea plants, by and large - while the healer was out in the fray of galactic turmoil.

He was oath-bound, duty-bound, to help… if not as a Jedi, then as a healer, a physician, and that had been the case for nine centuries. And as Ilias hung the latest cuttings to dry and took down the dried ones to blend into teas for modest dissemination, a faint call pinged him through the Force. Tying the last bundle to the drying bars above his head, the gingered master took to a seat in the modest kitchen, settled with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced with tips of indexes and thumbs joined, and bowed his head to focus on who or whatsoever was reaching out to him... but by the time he did so, by the time clarity and recognition came to him, the call ceased. He opened his eyes, and put his chin on his thumbs, thinking on what had just occurred.

Though a mystery as why it took this long for this one to reach out, why it was done at all was known to him, at a very strong guess. Ilias sat up and rubbed his hands on on his thighs, letting out a long breath, ruminating on what the young man, touched by the dark, had been feeling since his awakening after what he had done to his memory, against the healer's counsel to work through his mental and emotional pain. Still, again bound by oath and duty, it would do to check up on him. Ilias rose from the chair and went to an alcove off of the main room where his comm suite sat, and went about sending a message, the text being as follows:

'Talon Rahl,

I hope this message finds you well. If you wish to know how you were within a slumber for so long, and why, I would be happy to fill you in at your earliest convenience. You may respond by message or vocal at this number.

-Ilias Nytrau, Healer'

The message would arrive at Talon's personal comm device within short order after passing through various waystations, the notification flashing after a one-note chirp, from a small table beside his door on Naboo.

 

[Talon Rahl]

His eyes widened, and wondered what the heck was going on here, where did the CIS take him over the past few years.He could sense Pom Stych Tivé had some sort of allegiance. Before this moment he could honestly tell you he himself did not have any relations with a witch before. Call it instinct he held his lightsaber and gave a chuckle, most would have been happy to have a it were a i Sorceress was the who to answer a distress call through the force.


“Aye, I suppose lunch, I wouldn't want you ruminging through my things, you may put a hex on me.” Talon was the hospitable type he wouldn't feel right about having her stand out in the doorway.”Come, welcome to my humble abode,My name is Talon Rahl” He stood aside and held the door open while she passed when he noticed the chirp made by the notification.


He glanced back through the doorway with sigh of relief, in the matter of a few minutes two unexpected acquaintances have heard his call through the force. One he knew now for sure had known him, and the other was quite interesting, wondering why a sith would help him.


“Not much in the way of things, honestly some of the stuff I don't remember having.” There were pictures of him standing with commanders, officers, ladies and gentlemen of the CIS, which he had no memory of, among other personal items. His humble abode was his sanctuary every item had its place. Talon despised disorder, everything in his place had to be neatly organized and cleaned from every corner. The kitchen looked as though it had never been used, although he cooked for himself every night


“Six you say, such a short amount of time to get acquainted,Well let's start with that picture,I don't remember any of them. By the looks of it, it's some sort of event.” Talon pulled out an medallion inscribed with his name under the title Knights of the Obsidian.Talon was often the trusting type he gathered he could trust her.He held out the medallion to her.


“There's a place I know we could have lunch if you wish bit, biting is optional of course ”Giving away smile. At that point he would be able to get away and make his other acquaintance.

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Her visage fell subtly, when he stated aloud that he wouldn't want her to hex him. "I'm sure as much as I would find a lightsaber to cause an unfashionable belly piercing. Regardless, I like to believe that neither of us are barbarians, Sir. I am in no way your enemy, and I honestly sought you out to help. You do believe in the art of healing?" She suddenly wondered if perhaps he meant that she might hex him because of some bachelor pad things he has hidden around the room! She said no more!

She entered when he invited her inside. "Mister Rahl," she nodded respectively, "my name is Pom Stych Tivé. I am enlisted among the ranks of the Knights Obsidian, Mandragora Division. I may be able to help you," she stated as she looked around the room while he described not remembering obtaining some of the items he owned, personal items like medallions and holographs. "Any item in here may tell a story which could possibly be intertwined with others.?"

He presented a medallion. "May I?" she asked. The witch gingerly took hold of it, rubbing it gently between her thumb fingertips as she allowed herself to gain a sense of it. She looked at the name inscribed and memorized it's spelling, for research through the Knight Obsidian's official roster. "The skill is called psychometry. If we may walk to the destination, while I just keep hold of this." She allowed him to lead her outside again and wherever he intended to venture.

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"][member="Ilias Nytrau"]
Talon certainly had hoped he hand not grown into a barbarian, granted answering the door with A lightsaber in hand probably gave off the wrong impression of himself. He thought of himself as a person who listened to reason and ethics other than resorting to violence and reacting on impulse.


Through his life and trials Talons one view of life was that almost every situation was a simple coin made up of three sides. Two point of views and the ring of truth. Finding the ring of truth usually almost all the time was the hardest to hear. This very situation he was in would be no different, all that there was, was growth and to find out varying truths about himself.


Talon was interested in why the force chose pom, was there some sort of connection have that met before previously or was this journey just beginning only time would tell. If he was just a jedi upheld by the code alone, more than likely he would have never opened the door. Talon was not he tried to view the force from all aspects and for himself that view took on many different views. He chose not to be morrow minded and dogmatic.


Talon smiled he knew of psychometry and its ability, unfortunately he at this point had never learned.” Of course you may hopefully it will be of some use. But I must inform you just as you knocked on the door I was contacted by another who says He we have met before and would like to discuss further, but I think that is a conversation over lunch. I know a place that is discreet and well known where we will have our privacy. It is not Far from here. The festive gardens, and the food is quite delicious, shall we walk.”


Motioning for the door, he opened it for her and waited for her to pass through during this time he made his response to the other individual. Explaining all that has happened so far and the location to where they would be having lunch.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

[member="Talon Rahl"]
[member="Ilias Nytrau"]



"Interesting," she reflected. Someone else picked up on his call, but this one is someone who claims to have met him before. She looked at the medallion. Surely someone would know him. She would take his basic information down and look him up on the archives; simple enough.

Pom reflected on the medallion as they walked. She drew in its sensations. An oddity began to ring through. It was something she could not exactly define at first. It seemed as though, something was informing her that this man actually goes by a different name.

She kept the information to herself. The light of this new information gave Pom reason to progress with caution. While she felt he is being truthful, she threw caution to the wind. Maybe in all honesty, he might not remember that he actually is a spy. Anything is possible. She could be walking into an ambush, with or without his awareness.

Is he lying to me? If he does go by a different name, is he a spy? Is he trying to target the Knights Obsidian? What exactly is his connection with this person they are going to meet? All things she would try to uncover over lunch. She hopes she does not have to taint his drink with Truth Serum. Not that! The after effects are just too nasty to behold!

 

[Talon Rahl]

The restaurant was short walk away, as the two walked Talon sensed something was off by her tone when she said “interesting”. Talon wasn’t one to jump to conclusions or assumptions, he remained quite for a short while he reflected on the some thoughts he was having.

Talon glanced every now and than at his medallion, noting Pom mabe fiddiling with it her pocket. Asking himself the obvious questions anyone would ponder themselves.’Did Pom sense something’ making a mental note figure this situation.

“Ah perfect we are here" stating the obvious, as he always does he held the door open as Pom walked in first. The women already had two menus asking if they had a preference as where to be seated.Talon asked Pom first before answering “Where would you like to be seated?”

The dark knight had many questions running through his mind since Pom had stumbled into his life, and now a second individual who says they have met in the past. Talon began questioning his own existence, about who he was, where he came from. Not only did he lose the last five years but also did he wipe his own memory because he chose to forget something himself. He could not escape the sense that something was seriously out of place here. A chill swept over him as thoughts of a possible tragedy caused such a drastic memory wipe,Talon knew he had to find the answers and why would Pom openly help him.


[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Now something a tad misleading is happening here. In reality Talon has not lead Pom to a local restaurant at all. Or better yet he has, but only within his mind. While in his mind he pulled the chair for her as she sat opposite him, and he sat down with his back against the wall, his body is physically located within the parlor of his quaint abode. Pomsty has him sitting up, listless, while she tiptoes through his memories, trying to piece together his past for him. Her way of going about this is an absolutely necessary one, lest he be blocking his memories due to some unconscious fear. It is just easier for her to get to the root of the matter, without him actually being in his own way, creating for her an annoyance.

It wasn't easy tapping into his deepest memories, in fact it’s been days since she started her attempt to take a crack at it. He was formidable in his skills of resistance, and she had to be very careful so that he would not snap back out of his trance. He did lose his memory, that is very true; but something far from innocent lay deep within the memories of his past.

[member="Talon Rahl"]'s commlink did indeed ping the receipt of an incoming message from a Jedi [member="Ilias Nytrau"] of his past; that connection is an oddity which Pom cannot explain. Because of the potential for this newcomer to possibly show up, she knew she had to work quickly. Quickly is not how she would have described her progress. She snatched up her commlink and contacted [member="Adron Malvern"]. She said in her message. "Since you have made it perfectly clear that I can't just go around killing everyone who obviously deserves it, I find myself needing to contact you," to put you to work, "with a matter that you should find most interesting. I have found you a spy working against the Knights Obsidian, with the intent to infiltrate the ranks. The highlight of it is, it seems he honestly doesn't remember this about himself." She grinned, "Whatever shall I do, Exarch?"

Maybe the Exarch would tell her to take care of it. Maybe he would tell her to let Rahl join and see what he does within the ranks. Maybe he would permit she could kill him, just this once. That last one would be a shame; she was liking the role-play he created within his mind. It's been forever since the Nightsister has been on a date. However, typically, the Nightsister does mesmerize her male prey in similar fashion. To each her own; right?

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Location: Golbah City {Geonosis} | Wearing: This | Tags: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Talon Rahl"]​

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"When hope is gone, undo this lock, and send me forth on a moonlit walk."​

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He had been, for so long, a weapon. First, a weapon of the Jedi, then a weapon of The Dominion, and for half of his life he allowed himself to be a weapon of the Galactic Empire. He did not regret his path, because it was his to take. Had he grown up a small boy on some mid-rim farm perhaps he would have owned that farm by now. Maybe have a wife and children, and live a relatively peaceful life. The thought disgusted him. No, Darth Malphas had been born into the nobility and bred as a young Jedi Lord. On Serenno he learned the truth of politics and warfare so many years ago. Now, as an Exarch of [member="Darth Metus"] he employed these techniques with a subtle excellency. He was a keen warrior, yes, but his power lied in his mind which he had used to ensure his wealth and safety for years.

He'd been in the halls of The Citadel, placed at the heart of Golbah City. Most of his morning was spent in reviewing the upcoming trade policies with the Silver Jedi Order. Nothing too exceptional had passed, aside from some minor news of terrorism on the far reaches of Confederate space. His amethyst eyes peered down at the papers on his desk with a silent disdain. He hated the mass of paperwork that filled his desk, but it was his duty. His master was painfully bad at seeing to the smaller things anyway, better for Malphas to do it himself.

His desk, which had been crafted with a built-in holotable, let off a soft beep, causing the Exarch to turn his eyes towards the metallic surface. He narrowed his gaze for a moment, however quickly pressed a blinking white button near his hand. The holoemitter produced [member="Pom Stych Tivé"], causing the Exarch to lower his papers back to the desk and eye the woman with a questionable gaze. Why had the witch contacted him? He said nothing and allowed the message to play, uninterrupted. Her first words caused the man to draw his lips into a thin line. Sarcasm was an annoyance, as was stating the obvious, Pom was doing both. Though when she spoke of a spy working within the Knight's Obsidian he placed his hand upon his cheek, a sign of interest. He arched a brow as he listened to her, though internally he breathed a hefty sigh. Had the former Dominus, Cardinal Vi'dreya kept a tighter leash on his Akk dogs, things like this would not happen. No, they had been allowed to roam and operate as free as the wind. Something the Exarch planned to change, very soon.

When the woman stated that the man did not remember any bit of his intent to infiltrate the Knight's Obsidian, he paused the message.

What?

He sat in his chair for a moment, silently considering just what the woman had said. How was it possible to infiltrate a unit and have no recollection of it? It did not sit well with him at all. Perhaps this was a trick the woman had devised? Was she attempted to break their agreement by somehow tricking him or causing him harm? No. Though she had a darkness to her, she was not overly stupid. Malphas was a Sith Lord and to attempt such a thing without a proper amount of knowledge on him would be foolish, and suicidal.

The simplest thing to do would be to order the woman to merely eliminate the caught Knight. It would certainly require the least paperwork. Yet, there was always that single factor that he often considered, could this man be of use to The Confederacy? He exhaled, saying nothing and instead merely standing up from his desk. He tapped on the comm device fastened to his wrist. "Prepare my ship for departure." The order was simple and the decision made. He would go to see this man himself, if there was some form of trickery then Pom would pay with her life and the Exarch will have wasted an evening.

He was sure to link his comm with Pom's just as he made his way out of the office. "Send me your coordinates. I will come myself to see what you're talking about. Do not let him out of your sight but if you do I'd advise you to take your own life before I arrive."

 

[Talon Rahl]

[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

The waitress led them through the empty restaurant. Finally to one of the several empty table in the back. His senses began to heighten usually the restaurant was busy to the point the only way to be seated was by appointment only- Talon thought was extremely odd.

Something was amis the waitress took what seemed a life time to take their drinks, as well the menu was missing the appetizer section. The dark knight attempted wrap himself in a force cloak and protect his mind, as his attempt failed he felt the force had stripped away and left him empty as touch an unseen power was blocking him. Another question he asked himself. Did pom have the ability to block his ability to use the force.

Once their drinks and food were delivered Talon kept his questions brief and to the point, he had hoped some part of his memory would return before the evening progressed any further. To his dismay they did not. He questioned the medallion ever since he gave it to Pom Talon had an uneasy feeling about this whole situation. What was Pom doing with it, he was convincing himself Pom was up to something. “Have you sensed anything from my medallion. It’s the closessed possession I have from the Confederacy” He asked.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

The witch had grown accustomed to the Exarch's unending threats. It did not take long for her, or she bet anyone, to learn there could very well be two people crammed tightly together within his little evil head. She rolled her eyes at [member="Adron Malvern"]'s snootiness, but instead into the communicator she spat, "Suicide? For you? However then would I become blessed to worship the ground you walk on? And don't worry about him running away, I'm making sweet love to him." This could very well be as sweet as she gets, tapping into the mind of a strange man, [member="Talon Rahl"], taking control of his consciousness over the course of two days, causing him to digress to a drooling vegetable. She has been nicer...but who would know?!

She set down the commlink and it signaled as a beacon for the Exarch.

She apparently had dropped the ball with Talon when she chose to make the call to the Exarch. She felt a power surge through her subdued friend. "Impressive, my dear," she whispered. The Force, something she truly does not understand, how one can exude power without potions, relics, emulates, incantations, rituals! "But let's talk; shall we?" Pom waved her hands over Talon's face and fought to reinforce the vision inside his mind. "Now where were we? Come one. Ask me again?"

In his vision at the restaurant, she spoke to him from her place at the table. "What? Oh, the medallion? I just rub it and see if anything like an image comes to mind. I usually do it in a quiet place, sitting still...and not drinking. I am trying! I think I can say, I can sense numerous accounts of valor on your part. This medallion must be some prestigious award. I don't have one. I have never even seen one before!" She smiled a little sweeter in his direction, certainly its the drink; he should believe that.

She could not inform him that she is certain that he has an alias. Knowing he has gone by a different name could bring him to the awareness that he is a spy. That could lead him to become paranoid, and then she has a problem holding him until the exarch arrives.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Talon Rahl"]​

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The Raven broke from hyperspace, though it was unseen as it remained wrapped in a cloak of invisibility. The Battlecruiser was designed to act as an escort to the Exarch's own flagship. For now it would serve well as his transport to take him to Pom. The starship lingered over the planet, never daring to lower it's cloaking field even as a single ebony transport ship flew from it's main hangar. Aboard that shuttle, Malphas stood silently, a single hand placed upon his chin. He was certainly curious as to just what the woman had found. A member of the Knight's Obsidian turning traitor was a situation that was bad enough, but for someone to infiltrate their ranks with the intent of espionage or sabotage? That was another matter entirely. It meant the Confederacy had made itself vulnerable, open to targeting. This had to be changed, immediately.

As the shuttle descended upon the world, utilizing the coordinates that Pom had supplied, the Sith Lord adjusted the silken tie that was wrapped around his neck. He had not brought his honorguard with him, no the man had left them on Geonosis. Instead he had taken a number of his Magnaguard with him. They were specially outfitted to protect the Viceroyalty from danger and they would due on a trip such as this. Their optics were a deep shade of crimson that provided a bit of illumination to the dark interior of the shuttle. The rest of their bodies were swallowed by the darkness, their gunmetal shade allowing them to fade into the shadows surrounding them. The pilot was a simple B-1 pilot droid, which called back to the passenger bay to alert the Exarch of their arrival.

"We're coming in for a landing now, sir." The Exarch nodded at the droid before turning to the ramp. The shuttle rested down on the planet's surface, just as the ramp lowered down to the planet below. Two of the Exarch's magnaguard stepped out of the shuttle, scanning the area surrounding it for any sign of ambush or tampering. Malphas followed closely behind them, a single hand tucked into his pocket as he descended down the ramp. His Sith Sword, Winter, hung from his waist with his hand clasped loosely along the hilt. It was a blade that radiated it's own form of power. The Sith magicks that had forged the blade were kept in check by the Exarch's own powers, but still they could be sensed through the Force. The dwelling before Adron was humble, and within the Exarch could sense the Vicelord's apprentice and another. Even from here he could feel the mental thrall that Pom had placed over the man and it caused his lips to form a thin smile. Malphas made his way into the home, signalling for his magnaguard to wait outside. He could not sense the malice that came from treachery or deceit, still he was on his guard when his eyes finally rested on Pom. "When you said you were making sweet love to him I wondered how literal that was..." He muttered with a tone mired in amusement. He made his way over to the man, kneeling down in front of him.

"What's his name?" He asked, glancing over to Pom with an arch of the brow.