Lord Ajihad was admittedly surprised as [member="Animus Malgus"] jumped in and tried to calm everyone down. Quite frankly, he had been prepared to have to hold the acolyte back as he tried to maul [member="Kaali Tahlee"]. Perhaps there was more to this one than met the eye.
As she fell to her knees, Ajihad would sigh. He sheathed his own lightsabers, the blue and green blades shrinking back down. He used telekinesis to move the yellow saber into his hand, and he examined it. Frowning, he noticed it had a rather odd design to it. He frowned. It must have been an earlier model of the typical lightsaber. He clipped it to his belt, and then looked down down at the woman, who was currently on her knees before him.
Cocking his head, he examined her fave. Had he seen her before? Either way, she had asked a question, and he would oblige. "The year is 844 ABY. What year were you frozen, may I ask?" His tone was polite, as always. However, it held a firm undertone to it, letting her know he expected an answer.
[member="Naga Itesak"]