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Thankfully, he would have to deal with it later, as he couldn't count on his usual form of therapy. He had gone sober for this expedition, knowing now out of all times would not be adequate to be intoxicated. Fortunately, it was nothing but a slight nuisance, and deep down he knew it would pay off. If he was lucky.
Bowing his head in the return to the guide at her approach, he gave a light smile at the greeting. Soon following, he continued to soak in his surroundings, feeling the ebb and flow of the force through the people and planet as whole. Tranquil and soft, the feeling was a drastic change to what he had grown accustomed to. Fitting, as the Empress was usually just that. At the thought of his target, he kissed his teeth, arms crossed behind his back as the palace came into view. The ivory colored architecture and red accents blended together seamlessly, even more so inside. He however, stood in stark contrast to the pale surroundings. Dropping his normal combat ready look, a pair of black denim and a matching black long sleeve fit a bit looser then normal around his cloaked frame.
The whole trip leading up to the large doors, his guide had been talking, filling him in on everything that had happened planet wide in the past years. The last few minutes had been drowned out by the gradually louder ringing between his ears, his thoughts and heart alike racing. He wasn't one to be nervous, but this was a whole new matter in its self. Blinking slowly, he turned at a question, running his thumb over the stubble lining his jaw.
"And to who might we owe this visit too?" Running his tongue alone his teeth he squinted sightly, flaming iris following the seams in the tiles ahead of him. He had already felt that all too familiar presence draw near, and it was almost calming in its familiarity. If she felt the same however, was soon to be discovered. Sighing, he waved his hand before him, smiling at his guide.
"Just an old friend."

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