[Legend of Sacul] The Light and the Northmen of Whitestone

[Tzeentch]

Sajer was still unused to the hospitality that the Snamreg had. He almost declined to accept the fur cloak from the Prince, but once he opened the doors to the balcony and allowed the air to enter, he kept his mouth shut and nodded his thanks - he wasn't used to the cold, even after the time he had resided there. He lifted his shoulders as he walked onto the balcony to get a better look at the directions the Prince had given.

The Sith had control over Skagrit, having killed the leader of the city and tried the same with Prince Black Elk. One could only imagine the grip the invaders would have had on the planet if they managed to take both leaders at the same time. Sajer rubbed his chin when he thought about the fortress. The lack of information was unfortunate, but not too unexpected - such a place constructed by the Sith would be incredibly difficult to infiltrate, likely more so to escape with any information. For now, it would probably be best to simply keep an eye on it.

The Pioneers of the Wildlands. The edge of his lip twitched at the description the Prince gave. A happy yet hardy people with an indomitable spirit.

<"It would probably be best to go. Soon, if possible. If you have any information, I'd also like to hear about these children that went missing along the way, especially the two that reappeared recently - Were they unique? Did they have anything in common with one another? General information.">

He cleared his throat. <"... Aside from more serious matters, I am curious about these Plainsfolk myself - there's no better way to learn about someone than interacting with them. And.. well, I'd like to get outside for a while, move around a bit."> In a rare display, he offered a small smile to try and ease the tense nature of the subject, if only for a little. <"I've spent most of my life outside, working in the fields and, sometimes, the woods near my home. So, I suppose I feel more at home in less.. civilized settings, despite how comfortable it is.">

He frowned. <"... I feel as if I'm asking much from you, but am not sharing enough of what I know. If you want to know something, ask and I'll try my best to answer, Sir.">

 

[TweedPawn]

The Prince continued his pace. He now was approached by various secretaries and without missing a beat, he looked over documents and signed a few papers.

"<I believe it has been almost ten years now. A group of children had been out in the fields one evening. In the plains, it is common for children to live in groups to teach eachother tricks and methods of survival. This group was known for wandering at night, where it was dangerous. However they had been very blessed with the ability to sense danger, so they were allowed to be out at night as long as they were together.>"

"<The survivors that escaped said they saw three men in the fields that night. One of the children, Arn, approached the men and they children saw blue rings of light fired at him. They assumed he had been killed, so they broke off to attempt to prevent being caught. But nearly the entire group had been seized. The youngest was ten, the oldest was sixteen."

"<Arn has been spotted in Skagrit when the Sorcerers started to gain power. The female, known as Della Frey, is rumored to been seen in the plains. She apparently came with strange men who can not speak our language. My spies have been watching them as close as they can, but they have been elusive.>"

The Prince finally smiled.

"<Perhaps you can get the details we've been seeking. I'm sending you with a duo known for their relations with the plainsfolk. The best information we need is information on how to destroy these sorcerers. >"

The Prince introduced Sajer to an pair of men that were getting three horses ready. There were a brief exchange of introductions and the Prince gave the men their orders. One man, the older known as Crow was the first to address the Jedi.

"<Hrm, you speak my language? I heard you were rusty. I heard other things about you, but as long as the Prince trusts you, I will as well. However, the Plainsfolk are not trusting. They are feral and are prone to brashness. >"

The younger, known as Running Creek seemed curious, his dark eyes alert like a buck's.

"<are you really from space? >"