I wish to speak to Slayn Cloak.

[Darth Nore]

:: Nore's dark eyes darted around the grand room as he stepped into the palace with an echoing step. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curled into the air.

Perhaps here in the Sith Order he would find some answers, but first he needed to find......Cloak. He could feel the twin triple-barrel blasters that fit snug in side holsters under his black coat. The dark ways of the force dancing all around him he spoke in a normal tone as it echoed through the halls of the palace. ::

"Slayn Cloak...?"

:: As the last echo of the name ceased, he awaited a reply. ::

[Lady Vader]

*LV stepped from behind the man, noislessly stepping into the light.*

You are seeking that who's name you have spoken?

*She began to walk around to face the man, her cloak quietly whispering againts the movement.*

He should appear, though I myself have not seen him in some time...

[Slayn Cloak]

The man whom Slayn had never seen before now, at present was unable to see him. Slayn spoke in the mans mind with full ferocity, the words pierced deep into the man’s mind causing a pain; Nore grabbed his temples with his hands and shortly after grew accustomed to the words of a Cloak.

”You speak of me as if you know me; who has spoken this name to you, and why do you seek me hear, for this is not my home.”