The GrandMaster's Office

[Ventasia Terana]

A slight look of annoyance came across Ventasia's face as she the door opened, and the previous male stepped out. She couldn't help but throw a glare in his direction. After all, he had obviously rubbed her the wrong way, which isn't quite hard to be honest. Nonetheless, Ventasia sauntered past him entering the office and closing the door behind her with a unnecessary thud. Her eyes turned forward, he glance falling upon Darron. With little to no hesitation, her arms crossed over her chest as she walked toward him, stopping just a few feet short. "You bellowed for me? Master?" Her tone was sarcastic, to say the least. And if that wasn't a dead giveaway, her expression was certainly not that of awe. She was here by force, not by choice.

@[member="Darron Wraith"]

 

[Darron Wraith]

@[member="Ventasia Terana"]

"Please have a seat Knight Terana."

The young Jedi Knight's offhand behavior to him had caught him off guard, as Darron didn't really expect much when it came to formalities. He had discouraged others from calling him GrandMaster unless necessary, and he didn't like to be called anything but his birth name. Yet the sarcasm and general lack of respect she was showing was a bit odd, especially for one within the Order. While he didn't micromanage every Jedi, how she had managed to get promoted with such a terrible attitude suddenly raised a lot of questions in his mind. The report before him about her had mentioned something about this, but he hadn't quite paid that much attention to it. Now it appeared that had been a huge mistake on his part to assume as such, guess I was wrong, he thought.

"Why the attitude? I was merely calling you in to asses where you stood with your missions, and if there were any assignments you would like me to throw your way?"