Gargolyn IV - Sictis Academy
The Sictis Academy had been built in a desolate place. It was a squat and ancient building, resting on a lonely hill. A vast and featureless wilderness stretched in all directions around it. One could say its mere presence made that wilderness surround that hill.
Visitors were unheard of in this remote clime, but the arrival of Darth Voyance seemed to have been eerily anticipated. Darth Adekos waited imperiously on the landing pad. Some distance behind him, closer to the cavernous entrance, were a trio of Sictis Armigers. The shadowy warriors kept a respectable distance.
As Voyance disembarked, Adekos folded his arms skeptically. He dressed somewhat out of step for a Sith, forsaking the usual Sith robes and armor for something reminiscent of an officer’s uniform. Quite smart, quite simple. His face was worn with sincere age, and bore an ashen pallor, cracked in some places. A sure sign of prolonged Dark Side use.
“Well. The Dark Oracle of the Emperor,” he glanced her up and down, noting the tattoos, the ringed eyes, the sorcerous miasma. “I am already charmed.”
He said this in the distinct tone of someone who was, as a matter of fact, not at all charmed in the slightest.
“The Elder has assured me you would make for only the most scintillating conversation, but neglected to mention the topic. So let us start with that. What is it that you want?”