[member="Darth Krull"]
The shuttle landed softly upon the ground, imprinting the grass that it had fallen upon with its' significant weight. A mechanical hiss erupted out of the flying contraption, and out stepped the Sith Knight, his red cape scraping across the ground behind him. The winds seemed to be remarkably quiet for how close to the ocean they were, and the water had a gentle complacency to it's movements. He took a sniff of the air, immediately detecting the smell of blood that seemed to be vital to all living beings. He began his gradual march over towards the detected Acolyte, somewhat eager to begin one of his first forays into teaching.
Learning had been little struggle, and Abelain considered himself a decent student, but now he needed to craft his own curriculum to fit the needs of the Acolyte. His voice erupted outwards from his chest, "Greetings, I am Abelain Narv'uk. I believe you are the student I am seeking?" he questioned, his voice fairly friendly for belonging to a member of one of the most infamous factions in the galaxy. "What is your name, Acolyte?"