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As Jax strode by Aemon took to studying the various glyphs carved into the wall. He saw a few he recognized, but most others were either far too damaged or unknown even to him. Most of the carvings boasted of the power and riches of the Sith, of vast empires built upon the backs of slaves, and of the rulers who shaped worlds as they chose. None however, spoke of the one who was entombed here. They would most likely be in the inner sanctum of the tomb. A slim smile crossed his face, the knowledge here would prove to be invaluable to his research. Removing a small leather bound book from the folds of his robes he scrawled rough sketches of the symbols, and snippets of the story they told.
His smile faded as he gripped his arm in pain, he gritted his teeth and tried to look inconspicuous as the other two passed. He turned his back to them and pulled up the sleeve of his robe revealing his forearm. A single blackened blood vessel was visible against his pale skin, it felt as if fire was coursing through it. Focusing his mind on blocking out the pain he did his best to ignore it, after a moment the pain turned into a dull throb. "Such is the price of power" he muttered bitterly, pulling down his sleeve as he moved to catch up with the rest of the group.
His smile faded as he gripped his arm in pain, he gritted his teeth and tried to look inconspicuous as the other two passed. He turned his back to them and pulled up the sleeve of his robe revealing his forearm. A single blackened blood vessel was visible against his pale skin, it felt as if fire was coursing through it. Focusing his mind on blocking out the pain he did his best to ignore it, after a moment the pain turned into a dull throb. "Such is the price of power" he muttered bitterly, pulling down his sleeve as he moved to catch up with the rest of the group.
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