Jorgan nodded and continued following Skye. He looked at Connmar his hood still covering his face both of his lightsabers were well hidden away within his robes. He stopped suddenly and grabbed his Master's sleeve. "Master Skye... I'm not sure we should go to the Mayor's Office... something doesn't feel right... I feel worse and worse as we get closer." He said his face though unseeable had bern growing paler by the minute.