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[H3xle]

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In the time that Zander had been back in the galaxy, he had learned a great many things. Not the least of which was the true price of hubris, as evidenced in the histories written about the time between his entering his...torpor, and his awakening. Time after time, a Sith attained the vision passed down through the ages of ruling the galaxy, forging a lasting peace under the rule of law, wrought of the power of the dark side. Time after time, the Dark Lord or Lady in question acted to quickly out of disdain for the forces of the Light in the galaxy.

"So much waste of such...talent." Zander mused out loud.

"Oh, yeah. Karking Sith, bunch of overly emotional, love deprived, over sexed nit wits, if you ask me." The rather obese twi'lek male sitting next to Zander on the shuttle that was being loaded to take them from the intersystem transport ship that had brought them all to Antecedant to the surface. Zander had been unable to salvage his ship, indeed, landing it had been a trial in and of itself. He had taken it to a shipwright on Ruusan and the man had told him, in no uncertain terms, that such an old model would be worth a lot of money, if it were in good condition and being sold to a museum. None of the parts he even knew about had been compatible with Zander's ship. The loss of everything but the clothes on his back had been an even more grievous blow than that, culminating at the ultimate disgrace, finding out that his hard won power had waned in his singularity induced torpor to the point where he was barely powerful enough to be considered an acolyte. It had been at the Shipwright's office that he had felt the familiar presence in the force of his old master, Maleef. For Zander it had only been a few days since he had last seen his master, and the surprise on the man's face had been sweet to behold. He needed to hunt down the other clones of his old master, but before that he needed to reconstruct his assets, starting with a ship. He had perused the open market listing of ships, then he went and tried his hand at the black market stuff. Nothing seemed quite right, or in his price range. He had sold the usable parts of his old ship to the shipwright on Ruusan, and had recovered one of his currency caches on the way to Antecedant to speak to the leader of a group called the Red Ravens about purchasing a ship. Their RRC Exarch would seem to fit his bill nicely for what he had planned, and he would feel them out to see if he could perhaps use them for further goals. Criminals were always much easier to work with, one always knew what they wanted.

Zander quietly blanked the screen on the tablet he had been reading from and softly set it in his lap. With a painful slowness, first his eyes, then his head turned toward the obese twi'lek. He settled his gaze on that of the man's and remained silent for a few moments. He pulled on his, now far more tenuous, control of the dark side and flooded his eyes with a blood red color before he spoke in a very polite tone, his voice strangely accented, but his face a menacing mask. "Who, precisely, did ask you?"

"Kwagh!" The fat man startled back in surprise, though stuck in his seat as he was, he couldn't get far. The man was wearing clothing that had been synonymous with 'tourists' since the beginning of time. His shirt read "I {heart} the Republic", and Zander fairly sneered at the man. In his short time awake, he had dealt with plenty snobbish, overly opinionated Republicans. "Whoa, man, just giving my two cents worth, ya know?"

"Don't." By then the shuttle had landed, and Zander disembarked quietly, casting one last spurious look at the obese twi'lek, and walking through the terminal.

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Dragon Palace Casino


Zander stepped through the door, and could almost smell the criminal mindset in the atmosphere. It pervaded everything else, the desparation of men and women gambling away what they shouldn't, the elation of ones who won temporarily, before losing it all again, and the lust of those who fed on the emotions that surrounded all within.

Zander eyed a few of the patrons who looked most delectable, his thirst was getting to him and he felt that if today were successful, he would partake of one or more of them. He sat down in a bar area and ordered a dark, red wine. It's flavor paled in comparison to the blood he lusted for, but it sated him partially. When the young bartender brought it, he slipped the man a large tip and a note.

To Whom it May Concern,

I wish to discuss some transactions and perhaps more with the President of the Red Ravens.

Sincerely,

Zander del Sangue.

He then went to a booth and waited.

[member="chiasa kritivaas"] @All Red Ravens Welcome

 

[Tanalth]

Jenna Templar. Former agent of the Omega Protectorate now turned full-time merc for the Red Ravens. Everything went downhill for her after the Netherworld event, as so any had called it. She lost so much and managed to come out clean, at least physically. Everything she'd seen, everything she had to do, it had taken enough of a toll on her to where she'd basically said "frak it all" and hung up her badge. For the longest time she wandered before the Red Ravens eventually found her. Given thier offer she wasn't one to refuse. And now it was just a matter of trying to drown out whatever was left of her lingering good behavior with enough ale and whisky to make a rancor feel sick.

As she sat at the bar of the Dragon Palace Casino she perked at the arrival of an newcomer. She'd been trained to identify any and all faces that came through this place, or were part of the Raven's crew. He was definalty not as far as she could tell. It was only a little glance at first before she noticed the note he passed to the barkeep along with his tip. She played it easy, acting as though she didn't see at first, but waited until the barkeep was gone. From there she inched her way over towards him so he'd be able to hear over the music and noises of the club.

"Got business with the big cheese, handsome?" she asked, leaning a little too close. "Maybe you should be careful what you ask for."

[member="Zander del Sangue"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Jenna Templar"]

As Jenna rose and moved towards Zander, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity as he sipped his wine. He made no move to dissuade her coming near, he had no idea how long the criminal president would take to answer his note, nor how it would be answered. In truth, this one was one that he had identified as a likely delicious meal, and perhaps more. She was truly beautiful, and exuded an aura of danger that Zander always found intoxicating, both in meals and in mates. He made no move to particularly keep his thoughts from his face, though his eyes remained on hers the whole time. He might be a rogue, but he was raised to certain behavioral standards that he was wont to maintain.

"Got business with the big cheese, handsome?" she asked, leaning a little too close. "Maybe you should be careful what you ask for."

"Sometimes caution is over rated." Zander spoke with a smile. He indicated the booth he had claimed and took another sip of wine. 'So, this one is a Raven. I wonder if that means I shouldn't feed from her or not...' Zander thought to himself. Despite his words, he was going to make sure he tread carefully for the moment, his plans would not come to fruition on their own, and the network of this major crime syndicate could be extremely useful to him. "I am Zander." He introduced himself and set the wine glass down.

 

[Tanalth]

The whole time Jenna was near him this 'Zander' oozed the uptight yet very mysterious air that made her feel uneasy. Maybe it was just because she wasn't used to being aroud those types of people. She was more of the down and dirty type unless a mission called for her to play the nice girl. But this guy seemed to be born into it. She could tell, even by the way he drank his wine; and the fact he had wine to begin with.

"Jenna." she introduced herself after him. "So let me guess, you're here to make a deal with the Ravens. Possibly even get into the group itself, right? I take it undernath that whole prim and proper look to you, you're really just another high soceity criminal, am I right?"

[member="Zander del Sangue"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Jenna Templar"]

Zander couldn't help his grin at her words, a flash of humor that nonetheless showed his elongated canine teeth. While he could stretch things a bit and claim the criminal title, it wouldn't be the first thing he claimed. He liked this Jenna, his height and frame hadn't made her cautious. She was very direct.

"On the hand, my dear Jenna, you are quite correct. I would very much like to make a deal with the Ravens. If it were deemed the right thing for the Ravens to accept me into the fold, then that would likewise meet with my satisfaction." He paused to drink the wine in his glass. The more this conversation went, however, the worse it tasted to him. Stil, it wouldn't be prudent to indulge quite yet. "On the other, no. I am no criminal in the sense that you mean, though I am sure there are plenty in the galaxy who would like to see me in a cage." His mind briefly flashed to Maleef, his old master, but was quickly back to the present. "Were I to join the Ravens, my use would likely be far more of a paramilitary theme than a criminal theme."

 

[Tanalth]

Hearing him out Jenna leanedn back a bit in her seat, giving the "are you serious" look. After he talked about turning his partnership into a more paramilitary one she did seem a bit more enthused. If anything it meant having something a little more familiar to her glory days with the OP. Who knew? Maybe she'd wind up being in charge of a spy agency again.

"Well I've been in a cage a few times." she began. "And with these puppies, it's hard to fit throug the bars." she indicated her chest before giving a laugh, bumping him with her elbow a little. After gulping down a shot of whisky she said "But hey, not a bad idea. Could always use some more hotiy-toit in the Ravens. Just don't expect me to be all prim and proper about it, hot stuff." After that she leaned in and added "Though I bet you're the type who'd love to see me in a fancy dress. Huh?"

[member="Zander del Sangue"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Jenna Templar"]

Zander was having a hard time figuring out if this were a test or not. He would have liked to have been able to do some research on the Ravens, more extensively than he had been able to anyway, but his resources were fairly non-existent in this time period. He would have to play it by ear. Her gesturing to her chest elicited a raised eyebrow and a partial grin, her elbow bump got her a full grin. The gestures of happiness were somewhat foreign to him, but having been raised to politics has let him know how to blend in, or at least start to.

"I am a victim of my upbringing, but I dare say that you would look quite beautiful in anything you wear, my dear." He replied, coming as close as he ever would to apologizing for his mannerisms. He was intrigued by Jenna, in the Brotherhood people who acted this way were either far to dangerous to play with in this way, or were quickly disposed of. Prior to that he was far to young to have interacted with women in this way. Thinking of age made him quickly do the math, he was well over fifteen hundred years old by now, though the majority of that didn't count. "So, tell me Jenna. What brought you to shelter beneath the Ravens' wing?"

 

[Alexis Altunen]

It was funny how the universe worked. One moment you were tied up back-to-back with a Nar Shaddaa crime lord, the next minute you were spying on him, and the very next minute after that, you were working for the handsome devil. Some strange magic was at play here alright. Octavia Dominia would be fecked if she knew exactly what it was, but one thing was for sure. It was powerful stuff.

The infochant, formerly known as the Promenade Princess for her ubiquitous presence around Nar Shaddaa's sparkling Promenade, used to be an independent agent, working for whomever could dangle the shiniest credits in front of her dark brown eyes. She even worked for the Chiss when he ran the joint, but Bane was gone, and there was a changing of the guard. As it happened, one of those guards was very persuasive when it came to bringing Octavia into the fold of his new organization, the Red Ravens. The Universe gave as much as it took, it seemed.

Octavia figured it was high time to kiss the shadows goodbye and mingle with her fellow birdies. She had not yet met her lovely orange President yet, but had a feeling she would in due time. In the meantime, she lifted a tumbler to her cherry-scented lips, slowly savoring the aged whiskey that the Dragon Palace bartender had slipped her and let her gaze rest on a dark eyed man in an oxblood suit who was talking to a woman with very nice "assets." She edged a bit closer so that she could eavesdrop on the two, because to Octavia, information was power. Old habits died hard didn't they?

[member="Zander del Sangue"] [member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Miss?"

Anders respectfully entered the office in which Chiasa sat, hyperdrive diagrams splayed out before her and on the screens around her.

"Mm?"

She replied, distracted. Anders was familiar enough that the barkeep didn't trigger her need to be on.

"A gentleman dropped off a note for you, didn't seem the usual sort. He's still out there."

He passed over the note as Chiasa finally looked up, attention properly on him. Accepting it, she read it quickly.

To Whom it May Concern,

I wish to discuss some transactions and perhaps more with the President of the Red Ravens.

Sincerely,
Zander del Sangue.

"Gentleman hey?"

She queried, brow rising slightly at the wording and the name attached to it. Not the usual sort seemed accurate from what she could see. Anders was not particularly chatty, which was half of what made him good at his job, but his observations were usually keen, and when he did speak it was almost always for a reason, the words chosen with care.

"Yes Miss, well dressed, clean-cut. Carries himself well. Big, if he weren't as well presented as he is, I'd have guessed military. Likely officer."

"Interesting. I suppose I'll go see what these transactions are then."

"Yes Miss."

Anders followed behind the Twi'lek as she rose, one hand smoothing her dress, making sure all was presentable and her public face was firmly in place. He quickly broke off to return to the bar as she continued. Senses cast out. The mundane and the less so. In moments she'd spotted him. Easily identifiable by Anders description, the attention he was drawing from the other Ravens who were quick to pick up when someone wasn't part of the Unkindness and wasn't here to gamble. Or at least not in the traditional sense. And he was force sensitive. Interesting. Weak currently, but with a peculiar flavour. Chiasa had encountered enough ancient beings to know when a person was more than they seemed.

She reached out through the Force, no words, just a touch. Advertising her presence before she reached the booth. Desert winds and blood. This was calculated as were most things she did. There were some advantages to appearing unannounced, and there were advantages to making sure people knew who and what you were. Since most of the religions and groups force users flocked to were not in favour of the Ravens, she calculated it to be in her best interests to make sure he knew she'd felt him, in case one of them had sent him. After all, once upon a time he would have been able to enter unsensed. Her focus was shifting however, as plans slowly came together. Awareness would be more to her advantage than brute strength. Let force reflect physical rather than making up for.

"Jenna."

She greeted the other woman with a smile, not dismissing her, acknowledging. [member="Jenna Templar"] was relatively new among the Ravens, but her skills could well come in handy. The Twi'lek did not acknowledge Khaleels protege [member="Octavia Dominia"], not as a slight, but because the other was being inconspicuous and she would not break that until the so-called Promenade Princess chose to.

"And you must be [member="Zander del Sangue"], who I am told has a proposition for me. Chiasa Kritivaas, as I'm sure you are aware."

 

[H3xle]

Desert winds and blood.

The feeling from [member="chiasa kritivaas"] came along with a soft caress along Zander's presence in the Force. His physical attention was still on [member="jenna templar"], but mentally he focused on the caress, following the signature back to it's nexus. He brushed her aura back, softly, with the essence of his own being. Blood, violence and sensuality. He felt the prsence approach him and resolve into the form of a strikingly beautiful twi'lek with tiger stripes and a very elegant, risque dress. Somewhere in his mind he had the simple thought, 'Another twi'lek...' briefly remembering the twi'lek from the flight over, but aside from race this one was absolutely nothing like that man.

"And you must be Zander del Sangue, who I am told has a proposition for me. Chiasa Kritivaas, as I'm sure you are aware."

Zander rose from his seat and indicated an empty seat at his booth.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kritivaas. Jenna here was very kind enough to keep me...entertained, while the bartender took you my note." He smiled warmly to both of the women at his table. He had peripherally noticed [member="Octavia Dominia"], likewise as one whom he might like to partake of later, the thoughts of blood were trying to push through to the surface of his mind. With a will of effort he pushed it down and focused on the women before him. "Among other things, Jenna and I did speak a little on the why of my being here." He paused for a moment. "To start at the beginning, I would like to purchase a ship. From there, I believe my services could be of use to you and your organization, and I would greatly like to speak with you on that point."

 

[Skylar Ichor]

Skylar Ichor, another new recruit to the Ravens after the dominion of Nar Shaddaa, walked into the casino, wandering around until she saw a familiar face seated with a guy and the Ravens' President. Walking quickly over, the now 19-year-old exclaimed, "Now there's a face I haven't seen in a long time. At least two or three years I think?" She gave her signature lopsided smile and crossed her arms.

"How are you, Templar?"

[member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Zander del Sangue"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Octavia Dominia"]

 

[Tanalth]

His comment made Jenna give a somewhat childish laugh. Even for her it was hard to say if she was just playing with him or if it was an intentional flirt. Maybe a bit of both. She was always the type to try anything, or anyone, at least once. But before she could answer his question about being part of the Ravens [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] had arrived. She gave a little groan in her throat, hoping to have had more time with [member="Zander del Sangue"] on her own.

As the two of them spoke Jenna had noticed how close [member="Octavia Dominia"] had gotten to them from when she'd seen her earlier. She leaned over a bit to have a better look, basically trying to stare at her and see if she'd play the "trying not to make it look like I was listening or noticing" game. Her green eyes kept that prying stare for a while until she heard a familiar voice. Turning she was suprised to see [member="Skylar Ichor"] there behind her. She stood and had her arms open with a dumbfounded yet jollied look on her face.

"Sky? Om my god!" she hugged her like an old friend. "How've you been? And what the hell are you doing here? I thought I sent you off with the OP ages ago? You really miss me that much, or are you just trying to get into under my skirt?" she asked but joked at the same time.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Blood, violence and sensuality was returned to her, piquing her interest. A predator for sure then. Not that there was much question about that when looking at him, but so many people these days choose to try and suppress that side of themselves. Chained themselves down with ought-to's and shouldn'ts. Chiasa for her part was a relatively well behaved and civilized beast on the surface. As long as she got what she wanted. Still, this was promising. If he was an enemy she was quite certain she could handle him, particularly here deep within her own territory. And if he was not an enemy.. He had the potential to be a valuable asset.

She took the proffered seat with a slight smile. She could see what Anders meant, both about him being a gentleman, and about how if he was military he would have been an Officer. This could be interesting, and was worth being pulled away from her reports.

"A ship is easy enough. Did you have a model in mind? We make several ourselves, have more contracted, and can get our hands on just about anything. And perhaps you could be of use, you seem a useful sort of man. What services in particular were you offering?"

There was some of her habitual teasing warmth, particularly in that last question, but her yellow eyes were sharp, focused. Perhaps he did bring an opportunity after all. What was it she'd told Little Beast? The Force helped those who helped themselves. If you were quick enough to spot an opportunity, and brave enough to grab it.. Who knew what could eventuate?

[member="Zander del Sangue"] [member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Skylar Ichor"] [member="Octavia Dominia"]

 

[H3xle]

Zander paused a moment as a high volume hello was paid to [member="jenna templar"] by [member="skylar ichor"]. He was slightly amused by it, but quickly returned his attention to [member="chiasa kritivaas"].

"A ship is easy enough. Did you have a model in mind? We make several ourselves, have more contracted, and can get our hands on just about anything. And perhaps you could be of use, you seem a useful sort of man. What services in particular were you offering?"

Zander slid his hand into his jacket and removed a data tablet from the inside pocket. He powered it on and slid the screen across to Chiasa. On it was an image of a stock RRC Exarch.

"I would like to purchase one of these. I will make alterations to it as I can. The hangar I plan to utilize for a dropship, I have not picked one out yet but it pertains to the proposition." He paused and took a sip of his wine, idly wondering if the whole of the Ravens were populated by attractive women. Not something he was going to complain about. He set the glass down silently before looking back into Chiasa's eyes. "I specialize in warfare, through peculiarities of my past, and I am extremely gifted in that regard. I would like to offer my services in warfare to the Red Ravens, either for the purposes of the Ravens themselves or as a mercenary whose services may be sold by the Ravens. I plan to outfit a small group when I get the means to do so, along the same lines of agreement I propose for myself. In return, I would like to ask for membership in the Ravens and possible help in...future endeavors. Does this sound agreeable, Ms. Kritivaas?"

[member="Octavia Dominia"]

 

[Alexis Altunen]

People-watching to Octavia was a sport she enjoyed miles beyond the art of conversation. For such an extroverted personality, she was an introverted girl at heart, and acutely protective of her own secrets. Her skeletons were not kept in the closet. They were bound and gagged and dumped in the deepest oceans in Unknown Space. Octavia liked her privacy alright. Contrarily, she was completely fine with violating the privacy of others. For the right amount of credits anyway.

There were so many little details you could find out just by looking at body language. For example, Octavia could tell by the way that the brunette human was looking at the suit, it was obvious although the two had just met, there was some attraction between them. The way she tipped in as he spoke. The amused grin on his face. Octavia sipped her drink, precisely timing it so that her gaze dropped into her glass right before she was about to be caught watching. When Chiasa arrived, her exquisite orange stripes peeking out from the well-placed slits of her dress, Octavia gazed out of her peripheral vision. The man made room for Madam President like a consummate gentleman. Eyebrows raised, expectant expressions, the passing of an electronic device. A deal was being made.

The agent filed the minute details away for later perusal with or without the shaggy blonde bartender. Was any of it her business? Absolutely not. But you never knew exactly when you would need to recollect certain things. In the criminal underworld, when karma came back, you needed something to trade, and a little bit of information was often more valuable than your blood.

[member="Zander del Sangue"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Skylar Ichor"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

A quick glance over the tablet. A slight smile from the Twi'lek. Ah, the Exarch. A good jack of all trades ship, which with modifications could be fitted to almost any purpose. Easy to underestimate. She'd had her hand in that one and was rather proud of it, even if she didn't fly one herself.

"The ship is easy enough, they're made at the Antecedent shipyards after all. Consider that done."

She was very interested in the rest of what he had to say. Warfare. A telling choice of words. Not combat or violence, but warfare. And she believed that he had some skill in it. After all, why else would blood and violence be the main components of his aura?

"It does. We'll need to discuss these peculiarities at a later date of course, but for now. An Exarch is yours, we'll get the paperwork drawn up. Consider yourself a Raven. I like the idea of having a small well trained group we can hire out to the highest bidder, or use for internal matters. Profitable and practical."

This was not what she'd expected and outside of what people usually wanted, but it pleased her quite well. Yellow eyes dancing as she considered the possible outcomes and the uses of this new asset, the Twi'lek offered him a sharp toothed grin.

"Welcome to the Unkindness Mr del Sangue. If you do not have accommodations you are of course welcome to a suite here."

As were all Ravens.

[member="Zander del Sangue"]

 

[H3xle]

"Ms. Kritivaas, I insist you call me Zander. I hope our relationship to be long and lucrative." He replied with a smile, his wine glass forgotten for the moment. He looked at the women sitting around him and nodded. ​"At the moment I do not have any accommodations, I thank you for the use of a suite."

Zander sat back and looked back and forth between the women seated with him, slowly. He mentally ticked off gaining allies and a base of operations, next on his list were to reconstruct his armor, forge a weapon for himself, find training partners and...masters and build up his Blood Ravens. For that last he was becoming interested in finding cloning facilities. While clones of him wouldn't have quite the breadth of force ability he would regain, they would be undeniably loyal to his plans. All that could wait however.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Octavia Dominia"] [member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Skylar Ichor"]

 

[Tanalth]

Jenna had looked back to listen in on the conversation between [member="Zander del Sangue"] and [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] . While they continued to talk she would order another drink while glancing here and there towards [member="Octavia Dominia"] and how she was so interested in their conversation as well. Jenna hadn't seen her before but suspected she was a Raven's member; just not one she'd met yet. Though she did have an odd sense about her. If anything it might have meant she was a force user. A pretty one too. But Jenna was more interested in Zaner's dealings right now.

Once talk about him gaining a suite had come up Jenna leaned foward to Zander and added "And the best part: free room service!" before giving a little laugh; a sign that drinks may have been getting to her.

 

[H3xle]

"And the best part: free room service!"

Zander turned his grin on [member="Jenna Templar"] and quirked an eyebrow, though he made sure to not leave [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] out of his vision as he was still involved in their conversation. He would lean a little towards Jenna for a moment. "Room service, I am quite famished." He told Jenna with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He sat back again, seeing his wine and finishing the final few sips quickly. His thirst was starting to effect him, perhaps it had been a mistake to waste his former masters blood on the cobblestones of Ruusan. He hadn't taken a drink the whole way here, he remembered what such visitations in enclosed transports had done in his time. Perhaps if he could discuss his...needs with one of these ladies, they would be willing...always a longshot when blood was on the line, but the alternative was to go hunting outside the Casino for a non-Raven, he took loyalties seriously and would not transgress on his new one until such time as he is transgressed upon.




[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Octavia Dominia"] [member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Skylar Ichor"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Mm, room and board is the least any Raven is entitled to."

Chiasa agreed with amusement. Jenna was a fun one, lively. She kept things from getting too grim. The Ravens were slowly recovering from the blows that had been dealt them but it never hurt to have those around who would both keep up morale and could preform. She suspected Zander could have more than just room service if he liked from the way Jenna was teasing him. Not that the Twi'lek minded. He was handsome enough, and she wouldn't mind exploring what she'd felt in his aura further, but since she could largely have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted them, the Twi'lek was not in the habit of chasing after anyone.

~If you stay perhaps later we will work on this as well~

Her mental voice was unobtrusive, swirling around the outskirts of his mind rather than forcing its way in. Chiasa had very strong opinions about what one should and shouldn't do to other peoples minds. Largely because she did not like people in her mind uninvited.

[member="Zander del Sangue"] [member="Jenna Templar"]