Sylvain walked up the pathway to his mother's luxury apartment door once more... He wondered if she would truly be there this time. A mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in the Dark-Side of the Force... it was hard to know truly what she would do.
He made himself known to be at the front door and waited to see what face met him on the other end of the door.
The droid shows him in to a room where he can hear his mother curse as she is trying to assemble a crib. She said aloud, “What do you mean I need piece 3a… I have… 3b?! Bloody hell I am going to murder these people… why is this so bloody complicated?”
Sylvain chuckled softly as he came through the door, "I believe they want it so difficult as to prevent you from returning it if you ever get it done."
He nodded his head politely, "Good evening Mother."
“I am excited to see my grandchildren… it is only natural I need to see for myself how much they take after whom and then fuss over that for the rest of y days,” she said warmly.
"House Farro. Korriz is an isolated system on the fringes of the Empire. A powerful line of Sith Witches populate it. There is a gifted young child who handed me this knife and said you would know what to do with it..."
“Well thank you,” she said looking at it quizzically. “I hear that both of the girls have decided to run for the Dark Council… my how they have grown.”
"I'm not sure either of them are completely aware of that possibility; most likely they think they can fill the two open spots. Neither thinks they could possibly lose. Chances are small enough though that I suppose it won't matter in the end... And even if it did, I suppose both would do their duty." He replied.