The cave was uncomfortably dark, oppressively so. It felt as if the walls, that she couldn't quite make out through the darkness, were pressing in on her as she made her way down the path. In one hand, Wrenarias held a torch to light her way, though the beam of light only cut through a few feet of shadow ahead of her. The other hand held a strange baton with an extended hilt -- a modified lightsaber, that she had yet to activate.
"How come... none of these blasted temples or ruins ever have proper lighting?" She muttered under her breath.
She was taking her time making her way forward, not wanting to inadvertently trigger some hidden booby trap. "Just once... could the sith have enjoyed a well lit, well ventilated spot? Is that so much to ask for?"
Of course, she already knew the answer to that question. It must have been some ancient tradition to make one's self as miserable as possible.
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