Ever since Cerberus got his hands on the Qo iv Lord: Alchemija, an ancient Sith tome, he'd both been driven crazy and thrilled about the discovery. The tome still whispered to him whenever he was nearby. Sweet, darkly whispers in the ancient tongue, seemingly so far away that he could not understand the words they spoke. What he could understand, at least he thought, was what it wanted at times.
The first thing he understood about the tome was its anger and desire. It seemed like didn't like to be touched by anyone or anything other than a Darksider, and if Cerberus was correct, it also desired to stay with him. That last desire Cerberus was unable to handle, at least currently. The incessant whispers were distracting and sometimes overwhelming if he let himself get to that point. They always wanted him to sleep and he worried they wanted to show him visions, of which he'd need to carefully tread through.
Even though he hadn’t experienced Sith Visions before, he read how dangerous they could be.
Earlier, during his visit to Korriban, he met a Sith woman who seemed interested in offering him assistance. He decided to take her up on it and meet her on Belsavis to explore this tome, but not at her headquarters where she could set up some sort of trap for him. Instead, Cerberus offered to meet her deep in an old temple, not created by the Sith but still marred by the Dark Side.
Once again he chose to wear his armour without its helmet and with his hood pulled up over his head. He sat cross legged, deep within the centre of the dilapidated temple, focusing his crimson eyes on the tome, studying it. Though he kept his senses out for the arrival of his new acquaintance. Part of him wondered if she would also be able to hear the tomes whispers, or feel the depths of the darkness that resided in every inch this item.
@Darasuum