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Tugoro's gaze of disgust would drag itself from the Hutt before him, falling upon [member="Cynna Jade Sunrider"] as he listened to her hokey excuse. The danger sense flaring in the young Knight's mind was incredible, the force threatening to overwhelm his calm composure. However, Tugoro was in control of himself, even if things got out of control. It didn't seem like things would go well after all, for Sansa continued to laugh alongside everyone else present, as the cloaked individual walked down the staircase towards the pair of Jedi.
"If this is the guy I fought, we should run," Tugoro relayed to Jade telepathically, remembering how that battle had gone down. Or, how -he- had gone down. It had been rather unpleasant. Though, as the cloaked man approached, it became more apparent that it was not the same Sith that Tugoro had faced in the warehouse district. He would lift his arms, removing the hood to reveal the facial features of an aged human male. His eyes were a bright gold, his flesh somewhat pale as the hairs upon his head began to whiten as well.
"Greetings, Jedi. My name is Thetan. Tonight, we shall entertain Sansa with the greatest of performances," the older man spoke, allowing his cloak to drop to the floor, revealing somewhat regal attire. It was a smoothed out two piece suit, that had intricate patterns woven into the material. At the elder man's waist was a leather belt, with a dark metallic lightsaber hanging from a strap. At first glance, the old man was slightly intimidating, emanating an aura of confidence and experience, which he no doubt had.
However, his training in the dark side wasn't complete, though it was there. Having had his gaze stuck upon the Sith that revealed himself, Tugoro would slowly turn to Jade, seeing what she wanted to do. There was no other choice than to go along with what they had planned, which honestly sounded like a fight to the death.
"If this is the guy I fought, we should run," Tugoro relayed to Jade telepathically, remembering how that battle had gone down. Or, how -he- had gone down. It had been rather unpleasant. Though, as the cloaked man approached, it became more apparent that it was not the same Sith that Tugoro had faced in the warehouse district. He would lift his arms, removing the hood to reveal the facial features of an aged human male. His eyes were a bright gold, his flesh somewhat pale as the hairs upon his head began to whiten as well.
"Greetings, Jedi. My name is Thetan. Tonight, we shall entertain Sansa with the greatest of performances," the older man spoke, allowing his cloak to drop to the floor, revealing somewhat regal attire. It was a smoothed out two piece suit, that had intricate patterns woven into the material. At the elder man's waist was a leather belt, with a dark metallic lightsaber hanging from a strap. At first glance, the old man was slightly intimidating, emanating an aura of confidence and experience, which he no doubt had.
However, his training in the dark side wasn't complete, though it was there. Having had his gaze stuck upon the Sith that revealed himself, Tugoro would slowly turn to Jade, seeing what she wanted to do. There was no other choice than to go along with what they had planned, which honestly sounded like a fight to the death.