<strong>Name:</strong>Anrynn Mayadi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Korriban, Landing Pad<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Anrynn had been content to watch the assemblage for the moment, observing and recording what had happened for future reference. However, now she was intrigued by the gathering, and felt that it was a time to act, to join the gathering and to maybe start investigating the mysterious message that had bought her back to this world.<em>I will never understand the Pureblood attachment to this corpse of a world,</em>she told herself as she moved.<em>It is a dried-up, withered husk, good for only the disposal of the dead.</em><br/><br/>Putting it aside, she approached the small group, noting the distinctive form of the Chiss. An oddity at the best of times, one here on Korriban was virtually unheard of. Her eye clicked again as she stored the image, again for future reference.<em>Cannot be too many Chiss Sith; shouldn’t be too hard to find.</em>Another two were engaged in some sort of contest of wills, each seemingly daring the other to move first.<em>Interesting.</em><br/><br/>“Setting a Sith Lord on mere Acolytes is no measure of strength or power.” She began as she approached the group, her tone calm and measured. “It is no test, no trial. Cutting down those less powerful, less trained then you only proves one’s own weakness and fear of facing a true challenge.” She glanced over the figures, watching for reactions. “All it does is cut our own future off at the knees.”<br/>