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Praz was sitting in his room, reading a tome on Sith History written in the Sith Language. It was the book he most recently took from the academy's library... Emphasis on took. Praz was still a bit of a klepto, and found a thrill in sneaking into the library and taking the book. As opposed to simply asking for the book and maybe receiving it. Praz was getting back into his studies of Ancient Sith; a language he had taken to ever since he arrived on Korriban. The language itself had a sort of allure that Praz had no means of justifying. He simply found the language fascinating. Praz was currently reading about the history of the ancient Rakata and the Sith species, in the time of King Adas.
"Ir mazo zhol meo anas tave rakata sverija..."
(And so it was that the Rakata had reached their...)
"...Prazutis"
Praz was utterly shocked. No, shocked didn't cut it. He was aghast. His name... in a Sith tome?! What could that possibly mean? It was incredible! Prazutis knew nothing about his history or his parents. The ladies at his orphanage had nothing to offer on the subject. According to them, he was left at their doorstep with a name and a wish to be kept safe.
He wasted no time. He had to find out more.
He ran from his room and towards the chambers of the one person in the academy who knew for sure knew anything about the Sith, and had even offered to show him the cultural ways of the Sith: Master Sin'ryk. He ran to his chambers. Even though Praz would usually knock and be as polite as possible when he wanted something from one of the Sith, he simply barged into his room. Sincerely hoping he would be there.
"Master Sin'ryk, I need to talk to you"
"Ir mazo zhol meo anas tave rakata sverija..."
(And so it was that the Rakata had reached their...)
"...Prazutis"
Praz was utterly shocked. No, shocked didn't cut it. He was aghast. His name... in a Sith tome?! What could that possibly mean? It was incredible! Prazutis knew nothing about his history or his parents. The ladies at his orphanage had nothing to offer on the subject. According to them, he was left at their doorstep with a name and a wish to be kept safe.
He wasted no time. He had to find out more.
He ran from his room and towards the chambers of the one person in the academy who knew for sure knew anything about the Sith, and had even offered to show him the cultural ways of the Sith: Master Sin'ryk. He ran to his chambers. Even though Praz would usually knock and be as polite as possible when he wanted something from one of the Sith, he simply barged into his room. Sincerely hoping he would be there.
"Master Sin'ryk, I need to talk to you"
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