Prak City.
He wasn’t on Prakith during his time as an acolyte, he had been on Anoth instead. He knew the Prakith mission was barely a success thanks to the stupidity of multiple Sith involved. None of that mattered, he was here to kill two birds with one stone. The first was that he wanted to take the Dark Lord out for an evening, the second was that their destination just so happened to coincide with clues leading towards what the Prakith and Anoth missions were attempting to begin with.
Azar was dressed in a custom, bespoke suit made from karlini silk and some of the finest textiles from the galaxy. He had a bold, imported chrono on his wrist. His hair was neatly styled and his normally dangly earrings were removed in favor of a few tasteful studs that matched his suit. Instead of his floral oils, he wore cologne with hints of oakmoss and vetiver spices with a musk finish. Azar was almost unrecognizable from how he normally dressed, but still delivering on style.
The Pureblood was leaning against a luxury cloud car piloted by a droid. He waited for her while scrolling through his EZPhone.
@Altaris