WEARING: Outfit
WIELDING: Artifice & Probity
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Briana Sal-Soren
He'd left the amulet at the apartment today, and didn't hide the dark presence he washed an area in with his arrival. Figuring those that needed to know likely already did about his existence on Coruscant.
The jacket he'd sent in for the custom embroidery had been finished, and his excitement to receive it making his steps quick into the business area.
His hunting for the parts and pieces of clothing similar to that of home had come to a close. The final bit of detail finished as he hoisted the jacket aloft to find the crest he'd worn before present once more.
His smile gave way to a frown, remembering the first time he'd been given the right to bear the families symbol.
Even being from a less notable family hadn't taken away from the pride he felt about wearing it.
Tapping the screen with the credit chit, he wondered quietly about the cryptic message he'd recieved not to long ago from his family regarding his reappearance into the galaxy. Even with the fallout of her son's revival, it hadn't shaken his mother from her position amongst the clergy of her small city.
And the resulting inquiries had brought to light a more sinister matter it seemed.
Slipping the jacket on, he made sure it didn't interfere with the way he'd secured Artifice to his back. Content with that, he'd begun to make his way back to the shared apartment. The sensation of being watched always present with the blades about him.
Civilians always got the jitters when someone wore a plain as day weapon it seemed.
The clod tingle at the nape of his neck however made his eyes open. The feeling of being watched switching to another sensation he was all too familiar with.
He paused, smile still present as he slipped down a back street to take a shorter route, knowing full well the way through offered plenty of chances to be set upon by strangers.
But he was curious to see if they would strike.
From the level above, four figures watched him travel along. The cloaks around them keeping their blades hidden while the masks kept their faces concealed as they stalked Tarish.
"Probably make a stew tonight." Tarish let his thoughts out, slowing down and baiting whoever was watching.