Olrunn Darr
Talk Of The Wolf And Behold Its Skin
The table was made small by all the different objects and devices littered on top of its expanse. The gurlanin female, currently morphed into her human form, sat calmly on top of a box, the gauntlets of her armor close at her hands as she inspected them for what could have been the millionth time since she had crafted the thing. Olrunn believed in readiness and preparation, she was not planning on being unnecessarily injured due to a badly locked blade or an out of shape plate. Apparently satisfied with her review, she stood up and started making quick work of the articles on the table, swiftly and precisely putting them inside a big duffel bag. Each had its location she had by now memorized, this sort of organization had proved to be more effective in order not to forget anything. However, what was intriguing was that the Gurlanin was packing doubles of each thing. She finished by putting the two breath masks safely inside the bag and closed it. There were more practical, easier ways of preparing the necessities for her trip by having a droid make the preparations but to her, this step preceding a hunt was of a more personal nature. A sort of renewed familiarization with the instruments of her trade.
Olrunn lifted the heavy bag and swang its strap over her right shoulder with surprising ease before exciting her small chambers and making her way through the corridors of the Temple. Her intended destination was not too far, she was searching for a fellow acolyte. The young woman had an offer to make, one she was hoping would be well received by the man in question. Her steps were well measured, fast and otherwise unremarkable helping her keep the low profile she was always known to favor. There was no time to be wasted with innocuous conversation, she had limited time until she'd be required again by her Master or her duties and obligations as an apprentice of the Sith. Once she reached the corresponding door, Olrunn did not bother with knocking. She simply allowed her presence in the force to extend, allowed herself to be sensed and then awaited for the emergence of the one called [member="Xevek Rakama"]. Maybe the Zabraki acolyte did not have a taste for the hunt, that was a possibility, but most had a taste for reward and she was willing to deliver it.
Her intended mission was not precisely easy, and her mind was bigger than her pride. Enough to know that it was in her best interest to procure an adept pair of helping hands in case things went...not according to plan. It would be a shame should her offer be denied, losing this opportunity to retrieve much needed objects was simply not an option and she could think of very few other people to approach with proposal of a hunting trip. And even if there were other candidates, learning the ways of work of a fellow Dark Magus seemed far more helpful and logical to her than to ask any other apprentice with whom she shared nothing but title.