Saran Drast
Templar
So we're going to the undercity, where we'll be hated and probably attacked, to try and find an artifact made by some of the most evil beings in the galaxy, which could contain a force spirit thousands of years old, and could cause one or more of us to fall. Brilliant. Saran thought. This might not be as easy as she thought. Either way, she couldn't back out. She just hoped that the others were ready for this. She wasn't sure she was.
The shoto was still in her hand. She returned it to it's hiding place and began to stand. When she reached one knee, she remarked "At any rate, this should be interesting. Let's hope all goes well and we make it out." Smirking, she rose the rest of the way to her feet.
The shoto was still in her hand. She returned it to it's hiding place and began to stand. When she reached one knee, she remarked "At any rate, this should be interesting. Let's hope all goes well and we make it out." Smirking, she rose the rest of the way to her feet.