Grace Darkson
G O R G O N
The dive was one of Coruscant's seediest bars, and one that the Vahla used to frequent. Her old contact, one who would sell her pieces and bits of old Sith tomes. But this time was different. He had found someone, a workshop, who could make weapons and Sith Artifacts for those who could pay.
And being one of those who saw the value of such a workshop and wealthy enough to afford an order, Grace had asked for a meeting. Hopefully, the man would show up. As she sat in the corner, sipping from the small glass of wine and watching. Hopefully he would show up, and all will go according to plan.
[member="Damien Daemon"]
And being one of those who saw the value of such a workshop and wealthy enough to afford an order, Grace had asked for a meeting. Hopefully, the man would show up. As she sat in the corner, sipping from the small glass of wine and watching. Hopefully he would show up, and all will go according to plan.
[member="Damien Daemon"]