Trael had gone through the ‘proper’ process to set up a meeting to report to Azar. He could’ve asked Azar to come to Kessel, the planet he now ruled, or he could’ve showed up and went to talk to him as he normally would. But everything wasn’t normal between him and Azar, so he made an appointment.
Trael also liked to prepare for anything. He had caused Azar more pain than he wanted to. He came to Korriban a few days early, stopping in the city of Adun which was rumored to have unique spices not found anywhere else. He not only was reporting to Azar but he was coming bearing gifts, though he doubted they would hold too much sway, he still brought them.
He arrived to the palace with two bags, a duffel bag slung over one of his broad shoulders and a tote bag. He made his way to the library, apparently Azar had been burying himself in research of some kind. He entered the room, knocking as the door was opened, stepping in once allowed. This felt wrong, having to act like this, unsure if he should act familiar or professional.
He made his way to Azar setting down the tote bag, the clacking of jars and rustling of bags coming from it. He pulled a box out of it, obviously saving it for after the other contents are inspected. A gift my Lord.” He said uneasily, inside the bag were various jars of salsa one having a different lid than the rest, a sealed bag of Trael mix, and homemade tortilla chips. Trael shifted nervously as Azar went through the bag. “The jar with the yellow lid is a new salsa I made. It has spices, peppers and vegetables only found on Korriban.” He would explain as Azar got to the salsa jars.
@Sreeya
Trael also liked to prepare for anything. He had caused Azar more pain than he wanted to. He came to Korriban a few days early, stopping in the city of Adun which was rumored to have unique spices not found anywhere else. He not only was reporting to Azar but he was coming bearing gifts, though he doubted they would hold too much sway, he still brought them.
He arrived to the palace with two bags, a duffel bag slung over one of his broad shoulders and a tote bag. He made his way to the library, apparently Azar had been burying himself in research of some kind. He entered the room, knocking as the door was opened, stepping in once allowed. This felt wrong, having to act like this, unsure if he should act familiar or professional.
He made his way to Azar setting down the tote bag, the clacking of jars and rustling of bags coming from it. He pulled a box out of it, obviously saving it for after the other contents are inspected. A gift my Lord.” He said uneasily, inside the bag were various jars of salsa one having a different lid than the rest, a sealed bag of Trael mix, and homemade tortilla chips. Trael shifted nervously as Azar went through the bag. “The jar with the yellow lid is a new salsa I made. It has spices, peppers and vegetables only found on Korriban.” He would explain as Azar got to the salsa jars.
@Sreeya