Homecoming... Not really.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Lifting his glance, Grev eyed the long stretch of hallways winding down the Palace. Lined on either side were multiple rooms from the beginning towards the end of the seemingly endless corridors. A grin played itself along his face, peering down at a wrinkled piece of paper in his hand which directed him to his assigned bunk.

The novel Sith was eager to continue his training, and that was all that had plagued his mind since arriving to the Order. Stuffing the folded paper back into his pocket, he lazily drug his feet across the stretch of hallways, heading towards his designated room. Thoughts fled through his head, as his attention wandered aimlessly in his mind; all he could think about was what would lie ahead from this point on.

[Jehova Eaven]

"You!" A man in a black tight shirt and black pants called out into the hall. His gaze pierced the man's body as he turned around to find Jehova leaning against the wall.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

His left hand stayed in his pocket while his right kept gripping his staff tightly.

[imported_Grev Drasen]

Not surprisingly, Grev was somewhat caught off guard by the outburst behind him. It was only a few minutes that he had been silently stepping towards his dorm, until a voice barked from behind him; the tone didn't seem to say 'welcome' either.

"Grev Drasen. I'm new here," Turning to face the origin of the voice, a bent smirk found it's way along his blank expression. "And you?"