Setting foot back on Dromund Kaas enraged the Ashborn greatly. The site of his creation, escape, which resulted in his recapturing, spending years of being locked up deep within the vaults of the Sith, until finally freed and subjugated by his current master. People would often times regard their place of birth as a fond memory, something sacred to them. The Ashborn did not; it was a planet full of filth and degenerates, always raining and always dark and dank. It was not suitable for a man made of fire, only this time he was wearing his protective armour, eliminating some of his disgust, but not by a whole lot. Everywhere he turned there were people walking by, without even a hint of knowledge of the great machinations of the Empire or the Sith as a whole. They were sheep; thieves, smugglers, bounty hunters and mercenaries. None of them with any higher purpose in life, only thinking of themselves first and foremost. They could not speak the word 'loyalty' becuse they have never heard of it. Coin was their only loyalty, credits their only fealty. Disgusting creatures, only worthy of vaporisation or disintegration. They were ants to be squashed underneath his boot. Worthless. This whole planet was worthless.
Moving through the bazaar the Ashborn found himself in a less crowded area, much more to his liking. There was a lone, dark figure standing off to the side, overlooking the sheep herding themselves along the street. By looks of it, the man seemed to be of ill health, with gleaming yellow eyes being the only other colour than the pale white of his skin. Thyrian immidietly noticed him being a man of damaged psyche, not unlike himself from time-to-time, with the incoherent rambling and twitchy behaviour evident should people just stop and notice the man. While his master was in talks with the Emperor himself, the Ashborn had little else to do with his time awaiting her return, and so he stepped towards the sickly-looking man. As he got closer he sensed the man was Sith, and a glimpse of his lightsaber was given. Bowing his head towards the man, he introduced himself with his usual booming voice. "MY LORD, I HOPE YOU DO NOT THINK ME RUDE TO QUESTION WHETHER YOU ARE FEELING WELL OR NOT?"
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