His exploits on Zygerria from several weeks ago were sent as a report to the Dark Lord, but she was on travel. Azar was in no rush to have the information shared, because he assumed it would come with far more exposure than he cared for. The pureblood was back on Umbara and teaching in the academy. In addition to the focus on alchemy, he was now also in charge of running acolytes through the fundamentals of the Sith Code and Sith history.
Azar enjoyed teaching considerably more than he expected, mainly because he realized he had the power of influence. Instead of a single apprentice, he was planting seeds within the minds of entire cohorts. If they built off the principles he planted, they would all ultimately march to the tune he set. Perhaps this was a gift more than a nuisance.
The pureblood was adorned in fitting attire, reviewing some ancient Sith texts with the acolytes. Azar had written out phrases in ur-Kittat on the board that they had to memorize and translate.
“Next week, all of you must submit essay on Sith castes..written in ur-Kittat,” Azar knew a few of them would complain about how pointless these assignments were, and he relished the thought of choking those students or poisoning them.
“Who can tell me about the four castes?”
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