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The Master of the Exorcists could feel the sand shift beneath her feet as she walked, hunched in her cowl against the beating sunlight. The lights were dazzling. She felt incredibly small against the inherent darkness of this place. Even the ysalimiri could not keep the intrusive thoughts of the Dark Side at bay. Do you enjoy the touch of the dark? The sands twisted beneath her feet and she stumbled away from the party, her gaze diverted towards the northwest. Towards the Valley of the Dark Lords. Unnatural temptation. She desired to reach out, to call out in the force. You gaze into the dark, girl. The Imperial Knight stepped to the edge of the lizard’s influence, letting herself regain some strength. The air itself was repulsive. It stank of ancient death. Echoes of crimes and torture clung to her traveler’s clothing, and she shook herself as if to shake them all off her. Her mind formed the lessons of Il-Andon Rorik, her former master. …When darkness stains life, it is at first a slow spread. That of temptation, of lowered defenses, of the sweet caress of vice. Kyrie breathed in a lungful of the heated air, letting it fill her lungs. A simple thing, a touchstone of physicality that would help wrench herself from the psychosis that plagued her. Finally, before you are aware, you are a wanderer. Darkness has changed everything; it has turned your home into a foreign land, and those you hold as beloved into strangers. Kyrie turned her eyes back to her team and retreated into the dampened force. If any Sith had sensed her, it would be that stirring potential of an apprentice, of a partially corrupted thing. She would be a temptation, but nothing more. When she spoke to Master Sarna it was with an almost different voice, a different personality; that of a harnessed lord of war. A dragon in chains, awaiting its opportunity. “Yes… We will stake out the perimeter. If any Sith come, they wont know what hit them.”

The Twi'lek really wasn't sure. He hadn't had many encounters with the Jedi. The only one that came to mind was when he spoke to two Jedi when they passed through his home planet once. All of his knowledge came from stories. He felt even more pressure after Alliera had given a good answer. Siolo looked at all the other Jedi, racking his brains to figure out what they all had in common, but he could find nothing. Thoughts flew through his head, "To fight off evil?... No.... To swing cool lightsabers around?... Definetly not..." The Zabrak patiently stood waiting for an answer. Siolo rested his head in his arm, then said, "To be a Jedi means to be a guardian... a protector... I think." He then took a glance at the Zabrak, and whispered to Alliera, "Not as good an your answer, but I think it'll do for now. I'm Siolo, by the way."