Name: Ren'ava<br/>Location: Library<br/>Tagging: Temor, Sa'na Aozora, anyone.<br/><br/>"The reason I said if, my Lord.  If this works, it will be something to make the Jedi tremble in their robes." She turned to the pair, "You are, of course, welcome to join me.  Allow me to secure my materials and we can proceed to the jail."  She turned and began to place things in a chest at the foot of the makeshift altar she had been working on and carefully locked it.  No need to leave it out in the open where some unsuspecting acolyte might find it and cause...trouble.<br/><br/>"There.  Now, to the jail."  She turned, leading the way, a little smile playing on her lips.  If this worked, her Master would be quite pleased.  He was no sorcerer, himself, but he had instructed her to stick to her strengths.  And sorcery was precisely that, a strength of hers.