Ura Iolar
Slip walked through the archives, looking through the books on the shelves. Close behind, the shadow man slowly followed after him, staying quiet, thankfully. Slip was looking for something specific... But what that was, Slip had little idea. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. And Slip definitely had a lot of haystacks to look through.
Slip audibly sighed. He had been looking for... a while now. He was barely even sure what he was looking for, only vague and minute details. A name, a location, a specific paragraph, a historical figure, a certain event, a feeling, he would have taken any of these details. But no, he had been given an almost incredibly small detail that seemingly everyone knew nothing about.
Then, nearby, he heard someone grumble something in a language unknown to Slip. The language was unknown to him, but that voice... he knew that voice... it belonged to someone he knew, someone who understood him, in a sense. Someone he considered a friend. Slip walked around the corner, and saw Ura, sitting down, seeming... distressed. Slip blinked, how did he figure that one out? Usually, he was terrible at reading people, as he was bad at reading body language, and how they were felling through the Force. Especially with Ura, since she was made of sand, her voice was emotionless, and her body constantly shifting, it was hard to get a read on her. Hmm, weird, he would have to look into that.
"Ura?" He said, approaching the Lervon girl.
"What are you doing here? You okay? And what did you just say?" He asked her, once again, hundreds of questions racing through his head. He usually had a lot of questions when around Ura, it was weird phenomenon.