An office -- she told
Valery Noble
she didn't need anything of the sort.
She appreciated the gesture, and tried her best to utilize it when she was around, but when on-world, she mostly spent time at home. It obviously looked unkempt, like someone was always in and out; it just had the air of a huge work in progress. Scattered paper piles, datapads, archaic odds and ends -- what was she working on next?
Musing over a schematic, a stray finger curled around her lips while deep in thought. Tunnel vision. She'd gotten back the framework from the artisans for an artifact, one she had been conceptualizing. After what happen on Ossus, her vision, and what Zark had told her...she craved more on what appeared at the time to be a new Sith threat.
Though she never thought they were a new threat really...
The next phase was to present this to the NJO Council, and object or objects to absorb and contain Sith magicks and rituals, something that could likely come in handle given history...it was her way of helping however she could, on top of other things.
She inhaled at the sudden sound of a voice that wasn't the one in her head, but she recognized the tone at least.
She whipped around,
"I am thanks, but really, I-I i'm grateful for the space you guys on the Council provided but I really didn't need all of this." She scanned the entirety of the room,
"I don't wanna take away from anything else this spot could've been useful for...I just hate to intrude really."
She gave in,
"The Shield of the Jedi, to what do I owe the pleasure..."
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