Felran loved going to the old pawn shops of Coruscant. He got lucky once, finding the Sith robes of his ancestor. But they sadly escaped his grasp as some big shot came a bought them. He was still pissed about that. As he entered the last shop he glanced at the owner of the shop. "Excuse me? Do you have anything belonging to a Sith Lord? Specifically a Sith Lord about....I don't know a few hundred years ago?" The owner looked around the shop and shrugged, walking to the back to see if he had anything. Felran waited patiently. He was currently dressed in his Sith robes as always. He never left with out them on him. His saberstaff hung from a hook on his belt. He never left without that either.
[member="Allara Ven"]
[member="Allara Ven"]