Izel turned to look Crix in the eye as he gave his reasoning for splitting them up. It was a fair assessment, and while he might have been walking into danger, he did so with courage and tact. He was well aware of his options and Izel felt she could trust him to act wisely. "Very well, I will remain here." She agreed, bowing her head respectfully as he saluted her. "May the Force be with you Crix Aran."
She watched him go, then turned and walked back to the monks as they were preparing to begin the ritual. She called Hun's name and then tossed him her wooden staff, seeing as she wouldn't be needing it anymore. She then immediately dropped her bags and pulled off those insufferable blue robes, revealing a plain white tunic and brown pants beneath. Curga looked up at her confusedly. "Sister?" He asked.
"He knows." The Vratix replied plainly as she rooted through her bags, retrieving her shoto saber. Obviously bringing her pike was impossible given the difficulty to conceal it, but she had thought ahead enough to keep part of her weapon with her. She didn't like using the shoto, it was designed to be a last resort, but in this situation she felt it better to be armed with something rather than nothing. "There may be a threat deeper within the temple. I'm going to stand guard while Crix investigates." She stood up and looked at the pilgrims, antennae flicking slightly. She tried to take on a more polite tone. "Please, continue with your ritual my friends. This will be no trouble at all."
The pilgrims stood still for a few moments, somewhat surprised by the Jedi master's revelation. The Hun snorted in amusement. "I knew he'd figure you out." He said as he moved to his place in the ritual circle. "You were far too obvious Master Jedi..." Izel just clicked a bit in annoyance, not bothering to dignify the Bardottan's teasing with a response. Turning back around she walked to the edge of the chamber by the passage Crix had taken and sat down. There she began to meditate, saber in hand, waiting to see how the prospective Knight faired.
In the meantime as Crix moved deeper into the temple ruins the foreboding feeling in the Force would grow stronger and stronger, until faint voices started to add to it. They were harsh and guttural, definitely not human, but they were speaking Basic. Eventually they would become intelligible, just as there was the sound of a loud crash and a frustrated growl.
"You sssaid there'd be valuable relicsss here!" One voice snapped. "Thisss isss nothing but junk!"
The first voice was answered by another, much smoother in tone. And as the words trickled from their mouth Crix would feel an unpleasant tingling in his gut. "The true value in this place is knowledge..." They said. "And power..." They added with an all too familiar hunger.
There came an angered hiss as the first voice spoke again. "I didn't drag my men out here for your cultish nonsssensse Avesh! If I don't get a payday out of thisss we're ssselling you on the market!" It didn't seem that anyone had noticed Crix's presence yet. He could move closer to try and learn exactly how many people were there, but he would also risk being spotted.
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She watched him go, then turned and walked back to the monks as they were preparing to begin the ritual. She called Hun's name and then tossed him her wooden staff, seeing as she wouldn't be needing it anymore. She then immediately dropped her bags and pulled off those insufferable blue robes, revealing a plain white tunic and brown pants beneath. Curga looked up at her confusedly. "Sister?" He asked.
"He knows." The Vratix replied plainly as she rooted through her bags, retrieving her shoto saber. Obviously bringing her pike was impossible given the difficulty to conceal it, but she had thought ahead enough to keep part of her weapon with her. She didn't like using the shoto, it was designed to be a last resort, but in this situation she felt it better to be armed with something rather than nothing. "There may be a threat deeper within the temple. I'm going to stand guard while Crix investigates." She stood up and looked at the pilgrims, antennae flicking slightly. She tried to take on a more polite tone. "Please, continue with your ritual my friends. This will be no trouble at all."
The pilgrims stood still for a few moments, somewhat surprised by the Jedi master's revelation. The Hun snorted in amusement. "I knew he'd figure you out." He said as he moved to his place in the ritual circle. "You were far too obvious Master Jedi..." Izel just clicked a bit in annoyance, not bothering to dignify the Bardottan's teasing with a response. Turning back around she walked to the edge of the chamber by the passage Crix had taken and sat down. There she began to meditate, saber in hand, waiting to see how the prospective Knight faired.
In the meantime as Crix moved deeper into the temple ruins the foreboding feeling in the Force would grow stronger and stronger, until faint voices started to add to it. They were harsh and guttural, definitely not human, but they were speaking Basic. Eventually they would become intelligible, just as there was the sound of a loud crash and a frustrated growl.
"You sssaid there'd be valuable relicsss here!" One voice snapped. "Thisss isss nothing but junk!"
The first voice was answered by another, much smoother in tone. And as the words trickled from their mouth Crix would feel an unpleasant tingling in his gut. "The true value in this place is knowledge..." They said. "And power..." They added with an all too familiar hunger.
There came an angered hiss as the first voice spoke again. "I didn't drag my men out here for your cultish nonsssensse Avesh! If I don't get a payday out of thisss we're ssselling you on the market!" It didn't seem that anyone had noticed Crix's presence yet. He could move closer to try and learn exactly how many people were there, but he would also risk being spotted.
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