The mans response was not something Drogh expected, instead of showing hostility, as he expected of one such as him, he showed misplaced humility. Although he certainly didn't believe he made a fool of him self, that his speech was somehow just a retelling of how others spoke. One thing was clear, Drogh knew this man was just as blindly loyal to Ra as all the others were, her mindless admirers. Drogh loathed them all, he hated them, and yet he was drawn into them, he was just another admirer, perhaps only slightly more self aware.
What truly annoyed him, was his use of "Darth", Drogh responded with a cold yet venomous response "I'm not a Sith." Drogh spat out at him, hiding his rage beneath the surface of his voice. It was a rare thing, a very rare thing for anyone to assume Drogh was more then he was, truth be told Drogh was merely scraping by, living off a handful of credits to keep him fed and his ship fueled up. Life was pitiful, yet bearable. However looking past the question, Drogh found something interesting, he had to detox, why? Why had he had to detox, and why had he done it here? Drogh wanted to pry, to open up any wound he could find and peer into it. Yet he restrained him self for now, there would come a time for it. He ignored the offer for water.
Drogh took notice of the guests, but he did much more then that. He gave lengthily stares and he began to pry, to try and read them, feel their force signatures, feel the echoes, be it dark or light dance across in the stone halls of the castle. He wasn't brilliant at this, but he imagined most people had their defenses down, relaxed and calm. First he would examine the guards. Even with the facade of civility, wearing clothes and such, their animistic nature was still there, along with that canine desire to protect and guard. While they were not force sensitive, he could still feel them, if only vaguely, they were dogs, stupid, naive in their trust and blood thirsty .
He glared at [member="Vulpesen"], he was just like the others, yet the light was strong within him, bellowing out like a white storm. Yet it was not pure, he was no Jedi, something more then that. Was he once a Jedi or had he always been this way? Drogh could hardly tell and it mattered little. The next one Drogh would stare at was [member="Mereel Vaun"]l, Drogh of course didn't know who he was, but he stared none the less. It was difficult to read him, to truly feel the tremors of the force around him, as if some one was interfering, some one was already there. Yet what little he knew, is that he was of the lightside, and strongly stepped in it, or at least so he believed.
Then to [member="Seo Linn"], a simple one like the other, yet easier to peer into, although he could sense that she had seeped into the light far deeper then the other one had, how it flew more elegantly around her, with little disturbance. There was something simple and yet strong about this one, Drogh believed. Then he stared at @Ra'a'mah, unlike the others he wanted her to know he was looking. He wanted to break open her skull and peer into her soggy brain. He tried to read her mind, to see her thoughts. Of course it failed, even without Ra putting up an active defense, Drogh couldn't read anyone's mind, but that wasn't the objective. He wanted her to know he was looking, he wanted her to know that he was trying to break in. This was done out of pure malice and petty spite, to try and make her feel uncomfortable, to do anything in his ability to ruin her night.
Then Drogh turned to [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"], he struggled immensely, it was like looking into a shattered mirror, he couldn't read much of anything, other then the sheer raw power that shun though the distortion. It hurt his mind to try and find more, so he recoiled and tried scanning for other minds. He turned his eyes to [member="Jairdain"], there was light and darkness in her, a shrouding storm of black and white, yet the light was stronger then the black he thought. He turned to [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], at first glance he was quite typical, blunt in the lightside. However what was uneasy, what made Drogh nervous was flickers of something awful, something Drogh didn't want to find out.
He examined further, what else could he find? [member="Alexandra Feanor"], the light side bloomed from her, yet once again it was not whole, fogged by something. Drogh began to think, that while many here claimed the light, they did not do it fully, there was something about this that chilled Drogh. [member="Rann Thress"] another face he did not recognize, yet he felt him, his force, however it seemed unremarkable, in this storm of tainted light. [member="Edward Thane"], a man he did recognize, having established him some what in the darkhand, yet without the force to cling onto, he could not read very much from him, however anger is something he could recognize, a subtle burn oozing from him, a passive tinge of darkness surrounding him. [member="AD-8"] had nothing to go by, he could feel nothing from him, he was simply a husk of metal standing in a hall. Drogh then spotted [member="Decker Willo"], didn't know his name, but something was interesting about him. It was not strong, but something was there, some husk of the force hovered over him, it was just that, a small thing. "I need a karking drink" Drogh said, exhausted.
