Saran Drast
Templar
Ziost
The Tomb of Darth Psyona
Saran stood, quietly, at the entrance to the tomb, studying the doors. The archives and records had pointed her first to Katarr and then here. A six hundred year old tomb of her ancestor. She couldn't quite see how to open it, but she knew there was a way. She could sense a power at work on the door. She wasn't sure if a lightsaber was going to cut through it. Sighing, she turned to the Givin beside her. "Can you feel it? This place is filled with the Force." For Saran, she could see waves coming off of the door, the stone slabs exuding dark side energy. "The Dark side is strong here." She focused on the door. There was a latch, hidden above the door. If she pulled it, it might release the door. "See if you can notice anything mechanical in the doors." With any luck, the man would see what she was seeing.
[member="Crat Moln"]
The Tomb of Darth Psyona
Saran stood, quietly, at the entrance to the tomb, studying the doors. The archives and records had pointed her first to Katarr and then here. A six hundred year old tomb of her ancestor. She couldn't quite see how to open it, but she knew there was a way. She could sense a power at work on the door. She wasn't sure if a lightsaber was going to cut through it. Sighing, she turned to the Givin beside her. "Can you feel it? This place is filled with the Force." For Saran, she could see waves coming off of the door, the stone slabs exuding dark side energy. "The Dark side is strong here." She focused on the door. There was a latch, hidden above the door. If she pulled it, it might release the door. "See if you can notice anything mechanical in the doors." With any luck, the man would see what she was seeing.
[member="Crat Moln"]