The training chambers were dark, the scent of death and torture engulfed the room. The room was not like the ones that were located on different planets. They relied on torches rather than electrical appliances. Aside from the look of it, the hall was empty. The only living things within, were himself and his thoughts(If you would count such as living). Lashiel leaned up against the wall, waiting for his master to come and instruct him on the ways of the Sith.