Saraya
The Dark Seer
The Echani kept his head low as he made his way down the lower streets of Coruscant, the bottom of his black longcoat kicking in the gentle wind that winded it's way through the alleys. His reason for being here was not simply to gaze upon the Sith's new territory, no. Instead he had tracked down a teacher, one who was not a Sith or a Jedi, but something inbetween. It wasn't that the Sith's teachers weren't good enough, but they seemed to be busy with the war efforts. Varis wouldn't let this opportunity for teaching go to waste.
He came around the corner of one street, noticing the one he looked for. She was unaware of him initially, but he made himself known as he walked over with his hands in his coat pockets. "Greetings, Am I right in thinking you are the one I seek?" He asked, only just noticing she too was an Echani.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
He came around the corner of one street, noticing the one he looked for. She was unaware of him initially, but he made himself known as he walked over with his hands in his coat pockets. "Greetings, Am I right in thinking you are the one I seek?" He asked, only just noticing she too was an Echani.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]