Jorgan nodded and placed the cloak and lightsaber carefully in his own cloaks inner pocket carefully away from his own. He took his own lightsabers out and looked at them lost in thought. They were delicate looking things the handles only long enough for two inches to be seen out of his hand on either side with a basic design to it. Padawan's starting blades as it were. He looked at his Master suddenly who was watching him a proud look on his face. "You are doing very well on your first serious mission." Jorgan looked stricken as he fumbled for words to express his concerns. "Master... I'm... honestly I'm worried... if Connmar does fail... then we've failed this mission because are cover will have been blown. We must not fail. If we are discovered there would be no way for us to get back to the Council without drawing attention to it,"