Matreya
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Damien stood silently before a massive bookshelf. On which stood dozens, hundreds really, of ancient tomes that held the knowledge of the ages. The Daemon Estates on Tera Lush housed his main stockpile of amassed weaponry or useful tools.
It had been quite a time since he returned here.
Glancing at the door, he thought the Force whispered of a potential meeting. He knew not with whom, only that he was not supposed to leave. So he had begun to once more study the works he had long ago read to memory. He half wondered if it would be his wife; she had taken his daughter a long while ago, and he had not seen either since.
An absent minded jerk through the Force summoned an old fashioned wooden chair, which slid into place behind him just as he sat back into it. Crossing one leg over the other, he placed the large leather bound literature piece onto it for balance.
[member="Avaritia Daemon"]
It had been quite a time since he returned here.
Glancing at the door, he thought the Force whispered of a potential meeting. He knew not with whom, only that he was not supposed to leave. So he had begun to once more study the works he had long ago read to memory. He half wondered if it would be his wife; she had taken his daughter a long while ago, and he had not seen either since.
An absent minded jerk through the Force summoned an old fashioned wooden chair, which slid into place behind him just as he sat back into it. Crossing one leg over the other, he placed the large leather bound literature piece onto it for balance.
[member="Avaritia Daemon"]