Vaulkhar perked a brow as [member="Darth Vyrassu"] told him to follow him to the Combat Arena. There were quite a few reasons. Why only him? What purpose did they have in the arena? Was he to be punished for his attack on Ballen-Ist? He turned towards the other two Acolytes, giving each of them a farewell nod before turning and moving to follow the Sith Lord. As they entered into the Citadel, his empty gaze looked about in wonder, taking in each and every detail of the entry hall. As he passed by each statue, the young man slowed his pace slightly, purely to look upon each statue and commit the names to his memory.
The Acolyte followed his new master from the main hall, stepping into a side-room off to the left. As they entered and the torches lit, the blind man had no reason to squint or shield his eyes. He simply took in the detail of the room. He couldn't help but appreciate the finer things, and a marble floor was one such thing. As the Sith Lord stepped to the other side of the room and drew forth his lightsaber, Vaulkhar's brow once more perked up in curiosity. When he twirled the blade and activated it, he then understood what it was Vyrassu sought to do, before he even had to speak. Hearing his words, Vaulkhar could only nod. Straight into training, exactly how the young man liked it. He removed the lightsaber from it's place at his side and held it within his right hand.
The lightsaber was activated, a powerful white blade of light bursting forth from it's position within the hilt. He swung it around a few times, simply loosening his muscles and relaxing the tension from his body.
"I am ready to begin, Master Vyrassu."