I shall bring him to the catacombs...

The telepathic conversation was as he preferred it, short and to the point. He did not much like the intrusiveness of telepathy and would very much like to be alone within the confines of his own mind. Sianna is one of the few he would allow to communicate this way with him at all. It was a matter of necessity, and bending instead of breaking. He did not trust her, or anyone for that matter, but this was a method she preferred and Ezra had learned better than to chase everyone away with his vanity.

"She is ready to receive us now. Telepathic connections and communication is just one of the many aspects of the force that we teach within these walls. Come."

His instructions likewise were to the point. Rising from his chair he seceded his fortified position behind his desk and strode to the door. A strange sight to see the diminutive Chancellor leading the hulking adept, but not an uncommon sight within these halls. Most within the walls were of equal or greater height to him. He was, after all, a rather short man. His polished boots and neat uniform went far in created a more intimidating image despite the lack of height. Few would admit it openly, but it was something about his eyes that really put others off. The way he looked through you, as if you were not even there and he was focusing on the wall behind you.

As they walked Ezra gave a tour of sorts. Never stopping, even for a moment, but he did occasionally rattle of a tidbit of trivia about certain objects or pointed out what was behind a door, or down a hall. No different than the hundreds of tours he had given to interested students, and their parents usually. However, this tour was cut short when they arrived at the turbolift. There were many ways to access the secret catacombs beneath the castle. One such method was in his very office, but he was not about to reveal such a passage to this individual. Instead chose the turbolift, which closed as they stepped inside and began a downward descent without so much as a button pressed.

Students cannot be enticed by the secrets of a forbidden area if there is no forbidden area declared. An actual button would only invite the dangerously curious and reckless.

The lift went down for some time, and as they went deeper they passed, however momentarily, through what felt like a wave of static. For a brief moment their connection to the force was completely severed. There one moment and then gone the next, only to come back a moment later like nothing had happened. The feeling was sickening, like losing one's equilibrium. You mind stumbled and fought for the handhold the force had long provided. It was a necessary discomfort to hide the catacombs. Many prying minds have come to Tanaab, probably following the same rumors of Sith dealings that brought this Raistlin fellow to it's doors.

At last the doors opened, revealing a corridor cut into the very bedrock. Above the stone foundation of the castle lay exposed like a great beast. Ezra took the lead once more. The catacombs were lit with lights designed to replicate candles. Much cleaner that way and no need to hire a candle lighter. The catacomb lived up to it's name, with exposed tombs carved into the very walls and sarcophagi lined up along the ground. Power could be felt here, but not the world above. Like a bright light a beacon of darkside power burned at the far side of the catacombs. The Lady Frygt, matron of the Sith Order, lied entombed in the sepulcher. Her power gave them strength, like a sun to bask in.

The next chamber was large and empty, save for a raised dais with thrones upon it. As requested, the Lady Sianna waited there for them.

"Raistlin, this is Sianna, our resident... historian. Raistlin came to bang upon our gates, in broad daylight, and demand an audience with an cabal of Sith. Very well, Raislin. You have found us."