Emryc wasn’t even sure why he was hunting this particular artifact. He didn’t have the blood of a Drast in him, and he had little desire to approach the only Drast he knew. Nevertheless, he was naturally drawn to ancient relics - especially ones tied to the ancient Sith royal family. His focus on ISC had kept him away from artifact hunting. Many months had passed since the Firrerre incident. ISC was at war with the Syndicates, and he found a small bit of down time to go pursue his own interests.
He knew that he couldn’t be obviously Sith on the planet as Renfry likely wanted this diplomatically converted. Instead of his trademark armor, he was adorned in civilian clothing to look like a mercenary with a mask around the lower hemisphere of his face. This particular area was known to be a haven of bounty hunters and other types of criminals so no one questioned anyone for hiding their face.
His silver eyes gleamed above the mask as Emryc ventured into the dusty, poverty stricken town. This was as far as his clues led him. A man of his size often had a tough time blending in, but out here he just looked like another tall oaf ready to deck someone in the face over a few credits.
There was an old saloon ahead of him that was evidently frequented by the slimy old man that may have spotted the trinket last. Andraste’s pendant should have been preserved, but of course it passed through many greasy hands at this point.
Emryc sidestepped as a man riding a falthier almost ran him over, kicking up a bunch of dust.
“Watch it, you thick fuck!” The man yelled out behind him as he rode away. The half Sephi watched for a moment before the Force coiled around a tree branch to lower it the slightest bit. The falthier kept going as the man’s face ran right into the branch, making him bodily fly right off the beast to collide with the ground.
Emryc stared blankly before turning back towards his destination - the saloon.
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