<strong>Erobas, Moros</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sith Academy: Outer Steps<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Temor, anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Lord Erobas looked upon the Darth with a curious eye. Why would he offer his help to him? What secret plot did he conceal under such obvious forced pleasentries of helpfullness? The thoughts coursed through Erobas' mind. But he put them away  ever so slightly as he bowed his head and glanced at his father. "I will do so." He told Temor, agreeing to meet him before the tournament begins the next day.<br/><br/>"A most generous offer Dominar." Moros turned his head and said in forked tongue gratitude. Truly he despised the thought of a Dominar attempting to council his son in anything, no matter his own jaded feelings for Erobas. "But I'm afraid its time I saw to the rest of the matters here, whats to be done Loans?" Moros asked and hurried off with Overseer Lonas tailing close behind, they walked down into the valley towards the pit.<br/><br/>Erobas stood there for a moment, and listened to the many other Sith talk amongst themselves and disperse this way and that. Some shot him odd looks which he would meet sternly before turning away. The inside of the academy had changed little, he thought as he walked up the steps and went inside. He made his way to the center of the main chamber and took several moments to look around at his surroundings. The many acolytes running around, and guards standing at their posts. The intricate tapestries and Sith insignias carved along the walls. Erobas wheeled around before heading off for the chambers given to his father upstairs and stepped onto the elevator.