Wow, what a big place

[Jorshal]

It had been some time since he first started wandering the halls of the great Sith Palace. Now he had just exited an archival room full of old papers and disks.

Looking down side of the ahll, then the other, he realized he had gotten himself lost. "Hello?" he called and it echoed throughout the palace.

[Warlock]

“Hello,” a voice replied, from behind the boy.

[Jorshal]

Jorshal spun around and looked at Warlock. "Who are you?"

[Warlock]

“Warlock.”

The old man quirked a brow.

“And who are you?”

[Jorshal]

"Jorshal." He said and looked at the man trying to judge who he was from his appearence. He was definitely a Sith. The cover of this book told him that much. As far as Jorshal understood, old Sith were usually masters. Someone to be feared.

Jorshal stepped closer to Warlock, "And what do you do here? Are you the librarian? Head cook in the dinning hall?" He said and half smiled while raising his eyebrows. "Hmm?" He taunted.

[Warlock]

Librarian, Warlock thought, and chuckled to himself. Not anymore.

“No, I am a Sith, just as you are, boy. I don’t have the monumental skills required of a cook.”

[Jorshal]

Warlock didn't say Sith Master or even imply it. Just another Sith.

"Well, what do you do here?" Jorshal said.