Fortress Infernum looked different during the day. The storms often came at night and weathered the island's stony shore, but during the day the sea was merely choppy and the tower looked far less menacing when it was warmed by the light of Bal'demnic's sun. However, inside the fortress, it was anything but warm. The ice-cold presence of the dark side had dulled over the centuries since the cult that built the tower had abandoned it, but its new owner's fresh connection had invited the cold back in. It was a deep, penetrating cold—the kind that sank passed the warmest clothing and settled in the bones like a knife's edge.
Melkor Damask had his eyes closed and his large fingers steepled in front of him in quiet mediation as he awaited the being he sought to hire. The spacious bottom chamber of his dark and dank abode was an excellent place to contemplate on the Force. There, he could imagine his mind stretching out and filling its vast contours until he could feel the hum of the turbolift behind him and the subtle sway of the spearlike structure in the North Sea's harsh winds. For days, he had been chasing a strand of the dark side of the Force in his meditations. A premonition, he suspected, that was leading him to someone or something, though it had thusfar proven elusive.
But he was distracted from pursuing it any further when the presence of a living being stirred him from his mediations. His yellow eyes opened and his senses shrunk until he had properly hidden his presence in the Force. The being that stepped through the main doors of his abode was large, humanoid, yet distinctly feline. Not a Cathar, he realized after a moment of observing the alien, but a Trianii. A rare treat. One did not see many of their kind cavorting about the galaxy. Melkor took a moment to compose himself. To put on the mask of jaded archeologist and collector he pretended to be, and not the servant of the dark side that he was.
A thin smile crept across his long face. "Welcome, my friend," Melkor said in a deep voice that reverberated off the walls of the spacious chamber. "I apologize for the look of the place. Few visit me on this island and old towers require a sort of decor that cannot be found at any marketplace." He paused to step down a pair of stone steps so that he was level with the feline alien. "Am I to take it you are the muscle I requested from the Hutt Clan?" @Logan