Nakoa made a grumble-like noise. "So, pawns." It wasn't exactly a secret; if your only use in the Sith Order was fighting and dying, then fighting and dying is what you'd do. He listened to her bit about Sith Lords, head tilting. His expression turned thoughtful.
"In a few Jedi works they call the 'Dark Side' the easy path. Maybe that opinion was formed in times with many of these 'adepts' around? The Dark is quick to call in a fight." By contrast, learning unusual or more complicated techniques was difficult. Things like magick or sorcery took both practice and aptitude to get it right. By contrast, every Sith from the Rule of Two era with any information on them was considered both a master swordsman and of an array of other techniques.
Many of which they'd created themselves along the way. He kind of shrugged. "I think a sole on direct warfare has made learning or creating new things 'uncompetitive'. Spiritual matters and deeper mysteries of the Force are forgotten." Nakoa pulled a bag of nerf jerky from his belt and pulled it open. He took one and wordlessly offered Arla some.
"I think neglecting those things is, uh... Well, neglectful. My people have maintained these things from nomadic tribes to today's underwater cities."
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