- Joined
- Jan 12, 2016
- Messages
- 40
- Reaction score
- 16
Maro found himself leaning over a railing on the second floor of the mess hall. The Champion's circle. An exclusive club that took up the entire second floor of the building would be nearly vacant but for a few loan stragglers, looking down upon the populace for their own reasons. Maro's was reconnaissance. His sickly yellowed eyes glared down at the gathered crowds. He's spy Mors moving through the huddled masses. His vision would shift up his path to the robed target. A woman. This wasn't who he expected, but it also wasn't going to be an issue. Mors would certainly be in for a surprise, but there wasn't much the Sith could do to aid his partner. He'd toss down the remaining drink that as in his glass and flicked his coat as he made his own way to another vantage point, his hand now training to the hilt of his saber.