Felran strode through the hallways of the Sith temple with pride. He may be only an acylote but his heritage had given him a reputation in the One Sith. He was wearing his traditional Sith robes with his saberstaff attached to his belt. Felran had a devilish grin on his face as his eyes darted across all the Sith walking past him. All of them shall soon bow in my presence, all will- His train of though broke when he bumped into someone. Felran looked at who he bumped into, it was a young Zabrak. Felran never saw him in the temple before so he could only assume he was new "Watch where your going! If you bump into the wrong people you might just end up with a missing limb!"
[member="Xar Jurn"]
[member="Xar Jurn"]