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Raith had been called once more to teach someone. He had gotten out of the class business and decided it was best to simply seek people out themselves. He was better at this anyway. Less stupid questions and more results, probably because the student had more one on one time and didn't lose their train of thought. Either way. He had a special plan for tonight's lesson. A special plan indeed. It seemed one of the newer recruits lacked any power. So he thought he'd give them a nice lesson in sneaking around. Force Cloak was a basic application of the Force. Hiding one's signature in the Force to avoid being sensed. Around the room there were crystals that would glow when in contact with the Force in a specific radius. They overlapped in the center of the room, but otherwise they covered all the quads.
It wasn't an entirely useless skill. Especially in these trying times. Raith was a very, very, careful man. He never tipped his hand, and he never spoke out of turn. He analyzed every step he took, literally and metaphorically, with the sternest of eyes and the most critical of thoughts. So for him, an ability like this was critical, he needed it. He stressed protection to all Acolytes, but held his Apprentice to a higher standard.
He would teach this Acolyte a skill, but only after they proved worth his time. If they failed this test, there was no reason for him to waste time here. He was an Arcanist, just a breath away from Lord status. Unlike Crusaders, he didn't have an infinite amount of time to toss to the wind. He had plans in motion even now, things on hold for this single sentient being.
So for their sake, he hoped the Acolyte passed.
He leaned against the wall at the far side of the room, levitating a book in front of him. They were hard to find, but books were a rarity that he enjoyed, and he paid handsomely for recreations as well.
It wasn't an entirely useless skill. Especially in these trying times. Raith was a very, very, careful man. He never tipped his hand, and he never spoke out of turn. He analyzed every step he took, literally and metaphorically, with the sternest of eyes and the most critical of thoughts. So for him, an ability like this was critical, he needed it. He stressed protection to all Acolytes, but held his Apprentice to a higher standard.
He would teach this Acolyte a skill, but only after they proved worth his time. If they failed this test, there was no reason for him to waste time here. He was an Arcanist, just a breath away from Lord status. Unlike Crusaders, he didn't have an infinite amount of time to toss to the wind. He had plans in motion even now, things on hold for this single sentient being.
So for their sake, he hoped the Acolyte passed.
He leaned against the wall at the far side of the room, levitating a book in front of him. They were hard to find, but books were a rarity that he enjoyed, and he paid handsomely for recreations as well.