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How fare things on your end my apprentices, I trust everything is going to plan?
Indeed, the Red Sith had assigned his apprentice with the task of overseeing the servants in that part of the mansion; no doubt the instructions would be the same. These men were adorned with faulds at the waist that shimmered with precious metals, with bands of gold and gemstones upon their arms; as High Arcanist, he had accrued much wealth...and Ancestors did it show. The fruits of his labours had yielded many rewards, and now he was harvesting them to use in his latest endeavour; to curry favour with the Empress Andraste. Whilst Sin'ryk didn't particularly approve of mass murder, she was the most powerful Force-User in the Imperium...and powerful beings did intrigue him greatly. The Red Sith himself had adorned himself with ornate robes that opened at the breast, revealing more of the tattooed carnelian flesh beneath. His feet were adorned with silvery sandals and his hair was woven into intricate braids with rings of gold upon the crimson tresses. The air was filled with sweet-smelling incense and the sound of a Yinchorri Red Sith musician plying his primordial art with voice and instrument. It was planned that he'd do this as the Empress entered the Chambers before switching to a gentle instrumental rhythm. Whilst the servants carried out their works, the High Arcanist waited at the entrance for the Empress to arrive. He wasn't nervous, but it would prove key to make an impression.