Tann followed the bothan down the corridors for over two minutes before she stopped in front of a pair of small super enforced doors, small and simple. The bothan gestured towards to doors.
"He's waiting inside."
And with that she tuned and walked away.
Tann cracked his knuckles holstered his saber and stepped into the study beyond.
The room was much deferent then Tann had expected. Unlike the rest of the building the study was old-fashioned and rather plain. No decorations no fancy symbols just a desk, a chair and an old-fashioned bookshelf.
But Tann knew better than to stop and stare. Instead he casually walked over to the desk where a small figure was seated hunched over an old book.
The man slowly looked up at the same time gently closing the book.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Markaks?"
"Tann."
"Ah yes…well Markaks see I have a problem here, and I do believe You can help Me…oh please, do sit down!"
A trap door opened in front of the desk and a large wooden chair appeared from the floor underneath. Tann stepped over and sat down. Perhaps this man was more fancy than he had thought.
