He was not normally in the habit of chasing rumors, but this one seemed too delicious to pass up. Cav was in his element - as he loved to operate alone more than anything. Crimson Dawn had a sweet tooth for Jedi and Sith affiliated artifacts, and those things were incredibly difficult to come by. Despite being part of the syndicates for a number of years and a criminal for even longer, he had never actually seen any of these artifacts.
However, the lead on this seemed promising. Apparently it was some sort of chalice that once held a great deal of importance. It was associated with doing rituals and some other mumbo jumbo he didn’t understand. All he knew was that it was worth a significant amount of money, and he would stand to profit quite a bit if it came into his possession.
And so he found himself in a forest on Onderon, swatting away mosquitos. Allegedly this was the gathering spot for the cultists, and he had been waiting for a few hours. Apparently they came out at night and set up a bonfire to conduct rituals and use the chalice.
He didn’t think it was going to be that simple, and he was always paranoid by nature. Cav took a break to have a smoke before coming back after sunset. It was hot and humid, and he wanted nothing more than to leave. He was sweating beneath the armor and waiting for something he had no clue about.
All he knew was that the cultists wore long robes and sheets and chanted in some ancient language and circled around a fire. Some of them carried torches, but one of them was the ‘grandmaster’ of sorts and he used the chalice to channel ‘ancient spirits’.