D O M I N U S
The Templar Sanctum,Roon
The hour was relatively late when the Mandalorian made his entrance into the quiet room. 'Twas a study, with walls lined with tome-filled shelves and desks strewn about, specifically set aside for young Templars to read and study in peace. However, the hour dictated that the vast majority of the Order was asleep; save for guard droids roaming about and night owls such as Isley Verd. This evening, he had delved into his personal collection and copied a single Datacron from it's selection; intent on doing business with one of his fellow council members. To him, knowledge was the definition of power, and as such it had to be shared with his comrades...while at the same time, he also liked contributing to his personal stores. As such, a deal was struck to exchange one of his rarer finds for those in possession of Master [member="Astrian Callus"].
With the "product" stowed away in a small, wooden box, Isley walked into the study and took a seat at the nearest table. He then made himself comfortable; kicking his feet up and folding his arms about his chest. Surely it wouldn't take long for his comrade to arrive.
The hour was relatively late when the Mandalorian made his entrance into the quiet room. 'Twas a study, with walls lined with tome-filled shelves and desks strewn about, specifically set aside for young Templars to read and study in peace. However, the hour dictated that the vast majority of the Order was asleep; save for guard droids roaming about and night owls such as Isley Verd. This evening, he had delved into his personal collection and copied a single Datacron from it's selection; intent on doing business with one of his fellow council members. To him, knowledge was the definition of power, and as such it had to be shared with his comrades...while at the same time, he also liked contributing to his personal stores. As such, a deal was struck to exchange one of his rarer finds for those in possession of Master [member="Astrian Callus"].
With the "product" stowed away in a small, wooden box, Isley walked into the study and took a seat at the nearest table. He then made himself comfortable; kicking his feet up and folding his arms about his chest. Surely it wouldn't take long for his comrade to arrive.