TEMPLE LIBRARY, KORRIBAN
Roman had decided to just go for it.
Vague symbols and markings continued to assail him in his dreams. The usual replay of the day's events, memories and hopes violently interspersed with burning text or blood-scrawled script, all in a language he did not understand, if it was a language at all.
What was it and was it good or bad? He dare not mention it to Master Azar, in case it was some madness that the Sith culled you for. No, he needed some answers first.
He had heard Korriban had great libraries, but he was only a mere acolyte and was wary of rooting around in places above his station. Instead, he had found a smaller one, an old library adjoined to the temple his Master had first taken him too. It was quieter, out the way, but would hopefully hold some knowledge he could use. He headed down early morning in his casuals, his light top contrasting with his dark arm tattoos. Korriban was far too hot for his favored leather.
He found the door pushed to and slowly opened it, stepping inside. A few lamps lit the dim room, illuminating dusty hard copy books and a smaller, modern shelf of datapads.
"Hello?"
Open to any Sith for social or study. Might switch to Ask if a couple join.
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