Raze watched the interaction between the two. He kept a cool resolve, detached from the setting as always. He seldom had impulse reactions to things. In this case he observed the open defiance the cultist showed despite Malicia giving him a command. Raze did nothing to the cultist, though he did find it curious that the normally rigid Sith Lord let the transgression slide. Perhaps she favored this particular man.
He turned his attention instead to Malicia, paying the cultist no heed. The cultist was her property and Raze had little desire to do her disciplining for her, “Likely he asked for only the two of us. We will want to position sentries nonetheless but have them give us a wide berth. The King can overwhelm anyone he pleases so we won’t want to cross him.”
Raze could hear the cultist hissing and muttering some words but his patience was wearing thin. The Sith Lord strode past both the others to make his way back to camp. He had a lot to meditate on, but at least he was in a far more satisfied mood now.
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