Darth Arya cackled from her hovering chair, “Indeed we do my children, indeed we do.”
She was craggy and small in her hovering throne as she focused her dead eyes on those gathered. Behind her was a small retinue of blind warrior women. Darth Arya was parked near the water so she could feet her fish-like pets fresh and bloody morsels.
“What shade of black are you now Zash? Sinea… Jun-Tsu, ah and I see my dearest Vas-Tsu is here too. Lord Jo’ren Rath, what delicious secrets you try to keep. Lord Mordax, welcome, a bright shade of dark…”
“And of course, daughter of Valkorian,” she hissed bitterly.
“I trust we all understand what it is we plot in this garden, I do not like to repeat myself,” Darth Arya said.