Sic transit gloria mundi
Siobhan's interest seemed piqued by the enigmatic foreshadowing and she leaned in a bit closer, her breath brushing against Tegs' ear. "You sure you can't tell your bestest friend about your top secret business? I've been very good lately," she asked teasingly. Truth be told, she was curious, but if the info was so compartmentalised, she would not push it.
Both she and Tegs hated the Sith and Imperial scum, after all, and that was what mattered. Due to events they had been through together, she had more trust in the mercenary than in some Jedi, but then for various reasons Siobhan was not a model Jedi. "Well, you know how to reach me if you need help with that," she said seriously. "Haven't got any clear plans yet. Much to my surprise, this place hasn't been hit by a big disaster yet and I've been hanging around here long, just lots of aristos and bureaucrats hanging around trying to look important. Dinner sounds cool."
Both she and Tegs hated the Sith and Imperial scum, after all, and that was what mattered. Due to events they had been through together, she had more trust in the mercenary than in some Jedi, but then for various reasons Siobhan was not a model Jedi. "Well, you know how to reach me if you need help with that," she said seriously. "Haven't got any clear plans yet. Much to my surprise, this place hasn't been hit by a big disaster yet and I've been hanging around here long, just lots of aristos and bureaucrats hanging around trying to look important. Dinner sounds cool."