"Really now. Is that any way to greet your host?" Daxton replied, clearly unconcerned at the lit light saber heading his way. Suddenly his eyes flashed open, and his own orange blade leaped to life and parried the light saber a few meters from his head. "Are all Jedi as blind as you that you give in the dark side so easily?"
The blow deflected the lightsaber enough to allow Daxton to dodge the blade as he struck the stone throne he was sitting on. "Do you really wish to fight and die? Perhaps you would do me the honor of answering my question first." With a dismissive gesture, he flicked the light saber back towards its master, hilt first.
The room was dusty, and filled with ashen statues of the former inhabitants, their faces trapped in expressions of eternal horror, eyes blind to their fate. Daxton wouldn't mind a sword fight here but he wanted to know what they were doing on this world first.
"Come now, Jedi. No witty words or empty promises? The question was simple, what brought you here to my humble abode?" As he asked the question, his orange blade switched off once more.