by Raela Ausar on Thu Jun 20, 2019 10:14 pm
Raela waited for her guest in a meeting room, sitting curled up in a comfortable chair, glass of wine held in one hand as she went over the information in her mind. Her black dress spread across the seat, hiding the shape of her legs within. The expression she wore was pensive.
Force Sensitive | Aspirant | Sith Pureblood | Imperial Noble | Alchemist | Lore-collector | Apprentice of Zash | No Sense of Direction
On Person: Long-range comlink, datapad, lightsaber
"Wait, hold on... Let me check my map."