With very little warning, a certain Sith Marauder had received an invitation to the palace on Drommund Kaas. The reasons why were kept intentionally vague but whether or not Stolas had done that for a serious reason or to play one of his games was something he'd never tell. Instead there was the simple expectation that Jaikus would show up for the little meeting. There had been mention of things to be discussed and an invitation from a member of the Council was generally speaking just a more polite command for most.
After he arrived Jaikus would be guided inside by the same attendant he would've seen tailing Morgan last they saw each other, a dark-haired young woman by the name of Belladine who wore a red jade hairpin with well-polished nails that ended in elegant points. She took him to the door of a spacious sitting room meant to greet guests and rapped thrice on the door. After a couple seconds a voice would all "Enter" and the door would open.
Within was Morgan himself, sat straight-backed and graceful in a comfortable looking wooden chair in front of a finely made table. Today he wore robes of fine red that elegantly draped over his figure. Art from different cultures across the sector tastefully hung on the walls and the room was modestly lit, neither terribly dim nor blindingly bright. Belladine would close the door and slip through a different, smaller side door. Darth Stolas languidly indicated with his right hand the only chair opposite him by the round table. "Do have a seat. We have important matters to discuss." He paused a moment, his head ever so slightly tilting toward the side door.
"Tea?"
After he arrived Jaikus would be guided inside by the same attendant he would've seen tailing Morgan last they saw each other, a dark-haired young woman by the name of Belladine who wore a red jade hairpin with well-polished nails that ended in elegant points. She took him to the door of a spacious sitting room meant to greet guests and rapped thrice on the door. After a couple seconds a voice would all "Enter" and the door would open.
Within was Morgan himself, sat straight-backed and graceful in a comfortable looking wooden chair in front of a finely made table. Today he wore robes of fine red that elegantly draped over his figure. Art from different cultures across the sector tastefully hung on the walls and the room was modestly lit, neither terribly dim nor blindingly bright. Belladine would close the door and slip through a different, smaller side door. Darth Stolas languidly indicated with his right hand the only chair opposite him by the round table. "Do have a seat. We have important matters to discuss." He paused a moment, his head ever so slightly tilting toward the side door.
"Tea?"
@Altaris