Lifting the small ceramic cup up off the plate with the light clink, the blonde female brought the steaming beverage contained within up to her lips, holding it there for a moment before taking a few sips of the bitter black liquid, before pursing her lips in thought as she adjusted her posture slightly into the leather backed seat before raising the sheets of parchment she had been pouring her attention over into a better position in her eye line. The blonde haired Sith set down her cup onto the saucer, before proceeding to drum her fingers against the wooden desk in thought. Picking up her pen, the blonde set the sheets of parchment back down on to the desk and swiftly scribbled her signature along the bottom of the pages, then leaning down and blowing gently onto the parchment before her, attempting to speed up the drying out of the ink.
The heavy paper ruffled and drifted, carried by the currents of air being propelled by her breath, with a light sigh, the young female set the parchment down on to the side of the desk, before reaching for the cup once again and nestled back into her chair. The aged wood creaking and groaning as she leant back against the frame. Her eyes moving away from the set aside parchment, and panning around the confines of her study bathed in a flickering amber light, a slight smile crossing her features as her gaze set upon the bronzed metallic shell of a dormant Tomb Guardian that had been recovered from the Zeffo temple on Ontotho, a sense of irony washing over her thoughts as she looked over the metallic figure that stood in the corner of the room like a suit of armour - given the fact that the Guardian served as a reminder of the first instance she had crossed paths with a particular Jedi, a Zeltron Knight who would ultimately become a Jedi Master. A Jedi Master that had been captured and of all places now found herself in one of the spare rooms within the property.
However in a stark contrast to the Jedi Master's previous accommodation on Ellora, the Zelton when she woke from her drug induced comatose state, would not find herself chained to a cold stone pillar in a dark and damp dungeon cell. Rather she would find herself within a modest room, bathed and covered in fresh simple linen robes - laying atop a simple bed, nothing too extravagant, but would likely be much more inviting than her previous lodgings. As the blonde Sith continued to nurse her cup of caff, her eyes narrowed as she took sight of the wall mounted chronometer that had been ticking away, seeing that it was creeping past the late morning and was soon approaching noon, the effect of the sedatives would soon be waning off for the Jedi Master, and it would be a matter of time until the sound of her stirring could be heard within the neighbouring room. The Sith's mind contemplating the varying degrees of reaction that the Jedi Master would exhibit once she came to, would she attempt to best the Sith as most Jedi would do on their instinct - even though she was stripped of her weapons, and Alyse had taken the precaution to ensure that her own Lightsaber was secured elsewhere, she was not ignorant to the Fact that this Jedi was potent in her connection to the Force. Whether she attempted to fight her way for freedom or not, there was still contingencies in place - after all the Governor of Bakura, would not be safe within her own home unless the estate was under the protection of the Bakuran Security Forces.
Dismissing the attempt to foresee what would come as a reaction of the Jedi's awakening, the blonde elected to instead remain within the study, like she had done for the best parts of her limited free time, nestled away in the room surrounded in the company of her collected books, tomes and scriptures and the ever present amber flickering of the kerosene lamps dotted around the desk and main thoroughfare out of the study. She glanced once again upto the chronometer for a moment, before turning her attention to her desk, focusing in on an aged leather bound book, one she had near enough finished reading in her free time, having been on and off progressing through the many countless pages of the book titled 'Lectures on the Nature of the Force'. A book that if her recollection had served her well, she had started reading on Naboo shortly before she had met @Oren Zapan who was discussed as a Nubian Mercenary Guard, a brief thought running through her head, wondering whether he was ever going to reach out to her following their lakeside walk, her lips pursing as she flicked through the pages back to where she had left of, figuring that until the Jedi emerged she may as well continue reading
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