Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled
Although Arla had largely tended to her own concerns recently, she still had responsibilities and expectations as the First Sister of Dathomir. Among those responsibilities was protecting the knowledge of her people. After the Empire had expelled the Sith, most of the Nightsisters had left either Empire or Sith, but among Arla's Coven that had been stationed on Felucia there had been several artifacts lost during the rather abrupt transition. The rumors said that they were now being sold on the black market. For the life of her, Arla didn't know how they had ended up here, but that wasn't really her question. Her goal was to get them back.
After having landed on Nar Shaddaa, her initial thought was how... just gross it was. The planet was without any natural life of its own, no fresh air (everything smelled like cigarras and urine), and a general desperation in the Force that clung to her as she walked.
She had had to leave behind her energy bow for this one and instead simply had her hunting knife tucked into her belt and the Shadow flowing all around her. Questioning people and being diplomatic were not her strong suits, but the fact was that her Mother had repeatedly pointed out that Arla needed to develop some diplomatic bones. Maybe this was an opportunity.
She'd heard that some merchant named "Dunmer" had the artifacts. Now she just needed to find him.
After having landed on Nar Shaddaa, her initial thought was how... just gross it was. The planet was without any natural life of its own, no fresh air (everything smelled like cigarras and urine), and a general desperation in the Force that clung to her as she walked.
She had had to leave behind her energy bow for this one and instead simply had her hunting knife tucked into her belt and the Shadow flowing all around her. Questioning people and being diplomatic were not her strong suits, but the fact was that her Mother had repeatedly pointed out that Arla needed to develop some diplomatic bones. Maybe this was an opportunity.
She'd heard that some merchant named "Dunmer" had the artifacts. Now she just needed to find him.