The cockpit of the Ebon Hawk was silent as the ship soared through space in the Korriban system, en route to the only inhabited planet in the system. In the cockpit, Carth adjusted the ship's course with the delicate hands of a born pilot, while Kagi stood behind the instrument panel, arms crossed over his chest.

He'd had another vision while en route to the system through hyperspace; he knew that the Star Map he sought was in a tomb somewhere on the planet's surface. But he was used to coming up to the cockpit just before landing to hear Bastila give him some background on the planet. Her absence was like a gaping hole in his chest.

"Coming up on Korriban," Carth said quietly. "I'm not picking up any Sith ships on our scope, so we should be fine to land."

"What's the main settlement on Korriban?" Kagi asked, desperate to take his mind off Bastila. They were going into a Sith stronghold; any stray thoughts of her plight could be disastrous.

"A small colony in the southern hemisphere, called Dreshdae. Seems to be the only population center on the planet." Carth paused, and looked back at the Jedi. "It's connected directly to their Sith academy. We should be careful."

"I'm more worried for their sake than for mine…" Kagi mused quietly.

---

As the Ebon Hawk settled itself after landing inside the Dreshdae spaceport, the atmosphere inside the ship was of high tension. The silence of the cockpit had expanded to fill most of the ship, except for the squeaky, lizard like gizka.

Canderous, Carth, Mission, and HK-47 were busy checking and preparing their weapons for use, both various blaster-type weapons and vibroblades. Jolee was seated on the medical bay's bed, his lightsaber balanced across his palms as he meditated. Juhani quietly roamed the ship, taking it upon herself to patrol, and be the crew's first warning should the Sith attempt to board their vessel.

For his part, Kagi gathered up all the materials he had used to construct his new lightsaber, which was still not yet complete, and secured them in the storage bin under his bunk. With that done, he picked up the new cloak that Mission had given him, from Bastila, while in transit to Korriban and pulled it on.

It was a nice cloak, he had to admit. It was a very dark brown, almost to the point of being black. The color was like Bastila's hair. He gently ran the fingers of his right hand over the fabric of the left sleeve. Soft. Jedi clothing was supposed to be rough, but he didn't care. Was Bastila's hair this soft? He didn't know. He'd never had the chance to discover.

He gently patted the flowing sleeves of the cloak, then reached up and grasped the hood with both hands. It was a large hood. Pulling it up into place, it easily concealed his face in shadows. All the better; the fewer Sith that could identify him as Revan, the better off they'd be.

Now ready for his expedition to the planet's surface, Kagi departed his cabin and entered the main area with the holoprojector, where the crew was waiting. Waiting for his orders, he knew. With Bastila gone, he was the de facto mission leader.

"Canderous, HK, you'll come with me," he said quietly. "We find the Star Map, get the coordinates, and get out fast. Carth, stay on the ship, keep her ready to go at a moment's notice. The rest of you, be on your guard. If we're lucky, the Sith won't discover who we are until we're well out of the system and on our way to the Forge."

"You got it," Carth said, nodding. "I'll keep the engines running."

"Statement: It is my fervent wish that we begin our search by indiscriminately blasting any and all of the Sith meatbags that we come across," HK-47 said, deadpan as usual. And as usual, his right manipulator was fingering the trigger of the Mandalorian assault rifle eagerly.

"Between us three the Sith wouldn't stand a chance even if they found out who we were," Canderous said, sealing his helmet in place over his torso armor. With that done, he clicked off the safety of his heavy repeating blaster and hefted the huge weapon, nodding at the Jedi. "Ready whenever you are."

"Let's go," Kagi said. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we'll have Bastila back."

All present, except the two droids, nodded their assent to that idea.

---

"Ah, I see," said a voice speaking the Twi'lek language. "Another Jedi come to small Korriban, yes? Good to meet you."

Kagi refrained from releasing an un-Jedi-like oath. With a cloak like the one he was wearing, it was only obvious he'd be identified as a Jedi. But it still could hide his actual identity…

"Jedi come here often, do they?" he asked in Basic, knowing the Twi'lek dock master had to understand the language.

"There are many people who come to Korriban from throughout Sith space hoping to join the academy," the green-skinned alien answered in a conspiratorial tone. "Some of them are Jedi who have left the order. You will get into the academy for certain. I understand Jedi who have left the light side are made very welcome."

"So I imagine."

"But enough about that," the Twi'lek said, returning his voice to normal levels. "It is very nice to see the Ebon Hawk has returned. I have not seen that ship for some time, indeed. Since you're a regular to our little colony, the docking fee is only twenty-five credits."

Without a word, Kagi fished the appropriate number of credit chips from a pocket inside his tunic and handed them to the dock master, who in turn pocketed them.

"Excellent," the alien said, triggering open the door to the colony behind him. "Continue on through. Please be aware that the colony is under Sith jurisdiction. I'd advise you to stay out of their way."

Kagi exchanged a glance with Canderous, then the trio turned and made their way into the colony proper. "Enjoy your stay in Dreshdae," the Twi'lek called as they passed him.

As they made their way inside, Canderous leaned in close to Kagi. "That academy he was talking about may have the information we need on the Star Map," he said. "You can bet it won't be easy to get in there, though."

"We'll figure something out," Kagi replied, moving to the left side of the corridor and pulling his hood close over his features. There was a Sith officer and three worn-out looking civilians occupying the bend in the corridor.

"…is the wrong answer," the Sith officer continued, oblivious to the newcomers' presence. "Again! You pathetic hopefuls can't possibly all be this stupid, can you?"

"Please, Master Shaardan!" one of the civilians, a Twi'lek, beseeched in his own language. "Give us a chance! We'll do anything to get into the academy!"

Under his breath, Kagi swore. At the same time the civilian had called the officer 'Master,' Kagi had caught sight of the lightsaber hanging from the man's belt. Just great. A dark Jedi, not an ordinary officer. This wasn't going to be a pleasant stay.

With a pair of hand signals, he communicated this knowledge to Canderous and HK, then moved to pass the group by.

"Humph," the officer said. "I'm no master yet, but I like the sound of that. Alright, one more question, though the lot of you are trying my patience. Alright, let's say you become a Sith and I am your…"

The voice of the Sith officer trailed to nothingness as the trio from the Hawk squeezed past them and continued up the hallway. Good, they hadn't been caught thus far.

"You! Jedi!" the voice of the officer called out from behind them. Swearing again, Kagi turned to face the man, keeping his face hidden. "You're looking to get into the academy, are you not?" The officer considered something, then muttered to himself, "Of course you are; why else would you be here?"

Kagi waited, saying nothing. The man cleared his throat, then spoke up, "Let me pose a question to you. These hopefuls will never survive the academy. A lesson must be taught here, but I am at a loss as to what form it should take."

"Advisement," HK-47 spoke up suddenly. "Evisceration works well. Electrocution and blunt trauma also work well, I understand."

"I wasn't talking to you, droid," the officer snapped impatiently. "I'm thinking to spare them the effort of being killed and do it myself. Perhaps I shall turn their skin inside out. Or Force Lightning? It is a most impressive display." The officer snapped his fingers. "Or perhaps a bit of humiliation is in order! I could easily strip off their tunics and make them run through the colony. Or they could lose all control of their bodily functions…"

"Or you will stop bothering me and keeping me from going about my business," Kagi interrupted, waving his right hand imperceptibly.

"Or I will stop bothering you and keeping you from going about your business," the officer said, as though it were a novel idea. "Yes, that is what I will do! Good day, young hopeful."

With that situation defused satisfactorily, Kagi turned away and continued to lead his group onward into the colony. He paid no attention to the fate of the civilians behind him.

"Suggestion: Master, perhaps we should have blasted all four of the meatbags," HK said. "It would have saved us considerable time."

"We can't go around blasting everyone we meet," Canderous responded. "Yet."

Ahead of them was obviously the welcome center of the colony. It was not impressive, consisting of nothing more than a medium-sized lobby with a desk staffed by a Rodian. Kagi didn't even bother to speak to him, just continued past him. It was then that he noticed the three Sith officers standing near the only other way out of the room. He'd have to pass them by.

Continuing his slow-paced walk, Kagi moved to stride right past them and ignore them. They, of course, were not so obligatory. "Look here, my dear friends!" the blonde woman in the middle said, venom dripping from every word. "Some newcomers to the colony, led by a Jedi no less. I don't believe I've seen any of them before, have you?"

"I hate Jedi," remarked one of her comrades, a dark-haired male. "And these fallen ones are worse. They always get into the academy and they think they're better than the rest of us."

"You should turn around and move along, kid," Canderous said, waving his left hand dismissively. "You don't want the trouble we'd give you."

The woman laughed scornfully. "Smart-mouthed newcomers, to boot."

"Looks pretty fresh to me, Lashowe," the other Sith, a dark-skinned male, said. It was obvious that by 'fresh' he meant 'fresh meat.'

"That's what I thought," the woman, identified as Lashowe, said. "Well stranger, I don't know whether you're aware of this or not, but here on Korriban the Sith do as they please. And we are Sith. Quite literally, whether you live or die depends on our whim. What do you think of that, hmm?"

"I say you couldn't kill me," Kagi replied. "You could try, but you'd fail."

To Kagi's right, HK made a noise that sounded eerily like a human laugh as he enthusiastically hefted his assault rifle. "Commentary: That's the way to tell the meatbags, master!" The assassin droid paused, and flicked off the safety switch of the rifle. "Charging weapons, just in case. This should be fun!"

"Those are very brave words for such an insignificant person," Lashowe said defiantly. "Do you not realize how many Sith are here in Dreshdae?"

"Not enough to save your sorry ass," Canderous replied with a deadpan tone and a slight shrug.

"Let me kill this one, Lashowe!" the light-skinned Sith pleaded. "Let me do it!"

"Now, now, let's not be hasty," Lashowe replied, motioning for him to settle down with her right hand. "Perhaps our friend here could yet offer up some amusement." She turned to Kagi. "What do you say? Amuse us. Make us laugh, and we might just consider allowing you to live."

"Statement: My patience with this meatbag is growing thin, master. May I blast her now?"

"Speaking of patience," Canderous said to Kagi, "I once again feel the need to comment on the surprising extent of yours."

"I'm more trouble than you can handle," Kagi told the obnoxious Sith woman, fighting against the urge to draw his lightsaber and carve a different expression into her face.

"What?" she snapped.

Her dark-skinned companion laughed aloud. "I think someone just stood up to you, Lashowe," he said with a snicker.

"Shut up, fool," she snapped, backhanding the man. "Unless you want to be next."

"Yeah?" he said, cradling his jaw. "Anytime!"

"Stop it," the other Sith said, waving his hand dismissively. "This is boring. Let's just go back to the academy."

The Sith woman took several moments to regain her composure, then nodded. "Fine, we'll go." She turned a venomous smile to Kagi and his group. "As for you? We'll find you later."

"Find us?" Canderous mocked after they had departed. He laughed. "She couldn't find her own backside with both hands and help from a spotter satellite."

Kagi nodded and laughed a bit at the Mandalorian's quip. "Now if we can just avoid another confrontation like that, it won't need to get violent in here."

"Disappointed query: I could perhaps arrange another such 'confrontation' in the hopes of provoking violence?" HK asked.

"Maybe later."

"Pleased response: I am greatly anticipating that time to come, master!"

Pulling the hood of his cloak tightly over his head, Kagi continued forward through the corridor. As they passed the local Czerka office, Kagi glanced inside, but did not enter. Czerka Corporation had not been helpful to them on any of the other planets they had searched out the Star Maps on; no reason to believe that it would be any different on this planet.

The corridor angled down slightly, and Kagi matched the change in gradient without any change in the speed of his forward motion. Ahead, about five meters in front of them and to their left, was another opening off the main corridor. From the faint music drifting from within, Kagi wagered that it was the local cantina. Perhaps some useful information could be found there.

As the trio entered the bar, Kagi glanced around to ascertain any possible threats. Two very drunk Sith officers were in various states of relaxation on the bar top, much to the chagrin of the Rodian bartender. Off to the left, a pair of star pilots sat at a table, quietly carrying on a conversation over drinks that Kagi had to assume were light in alcoholic content, if they had any at all.

Just to their left, almost invisible from the door, a Rodian and a human were also engaged in a conversation, ignoring the bar around them. To their right, another Rodian was sitting at a card table, shuffling through a deck of cards. A pazaak player. Might not necessarily be a bad place to start for information. Then he'd go to the bartender.

He turned to face Canderous. "Why don't you get yourself a drink? I'm going to have a word with our friend the card player over there."

"Sounds good to me," Canderous replied, and made his way over to the bar.

With HK trailing him, Kagi walked over to the card table and seated himself across from the Rodian.

"Greetings, sentient," the Rodian said in his native language. "Are you willing to engage in a hand of pazaak? I am afraid there are few takers on Korriban. It would be good to have a little fun, for once."

"I heard you sell…special items," Kagi said, putting a fine amount of emphasis on the word special.

As he said that, the Rodian became very still. He looked around once, then leaned forward so he could speak quietly, but not quite whispering. Whispers drew attention, whereas quiet conversation did not. "Yes, to the right buyer," he said, still in his native language. "We did not know you were trustworthy, so we did not approach you. But all that has changed now, Lord Revan."

Kagi gestured with his left hand for the Rodian to keep it down. "Keep that to yourself," he said, before taking a glance around as well. "I do not go by Revan anymore."

"It is no matter," the Rodian replied. "Whatever you call yourself, the fact stands that you want revenge on your former apprentice, correct? You want to kill Malak?"

A hot surge of anger ran through him at the mention of the name, but he forced it down. "Yes, but not for the reasons you think."

The Rodian shrugged. "In truth, your reasons do not matter to me or my partner. But we do believe in your power. We believe you will bring Malak down, and we want to help you. In our own, small fashion."

Kagi nodded. "What do you have for sale?"

"Right to business," the Rodian said with a nod. "I carry only the rarest of items. Expensive, yes, but worth every credit. Weapons, armor, equipment, I carry a little of everything."

"Let's see them."

From beneath the table, the Rodian produced a datapad. The text was all in Rodeese, but Kagi could read it easily enough. He scrolled down the list, finally saw something worthwhile. "These Verpine shields. I'll take two of them."

"Ah, good choice, good choice," the Rodian said, then pointed to a small sensor on the surface of the datapad. "Thumbprint there to acknowledge credit transfer, and we'll deliver them to your ship right away."

Nodding, Kagi pressed his thumb against the sensor, then handed the datapad back to the Rodian. "Thank you."

"Thank you," the Rodian answered as he returned the datapad underneath the table. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, actually," Kagi said, leaning against the table. "I want some information. Do you know anything about a Star Map on this planet?"

"A star map?" the Rodian repeated, confusion in his voice. "Could you be more specific?"

"Very old," Kagi replied. "Perhaps involved in the Sith excavations?"

The Rodian tapped his chin with his sucker-tipped fingers for a moment. "It could be possible. But most of their excavation has to do with their Valley of the Dark Lords."

Kagi nodded. "Thank you very much." He stood up, nodding to HK, and turned to call Canderous over.

What he found was the Mandalorian warrior on his feet, with the tunic of one of the drunk Sith officers bunched up in his left hand, with the officer himself bent backwards over the bar, and his right hand raised into the air, balled into a fist. Clearly, Canderous was preparing to manually remove a couple of the Sith's teeth and at least a pint of blood.

"Canderous!" Kagi called out. "What's going on here?"

"Stay over there!" the Mandalorian replied. "You don't want to hear what this Sith slime just said!"

"Slime?" the officer slurred. "I may be slime, but at least I'm going to get to have some fun with that new–"

"SHUT UP!" Canderous roared, slamming his armored fist into the officer's face. A hard cracking sound that must have been the officer's nose was heard when the Mandalorian hit him, and the now-unconscious officer slumped, out. Canderous released the unfortunate man, letting him fall limply to the ground.

Calmly, Kagi approached the remaining officer, planting himself directly between Canderous and the terrified officer. "What did your companion say?" Kagi asked, voice quiet as death.

The half-drunk officer shook his head adamantly, fear evident in his eyes. "No way, I'm not going to tell you. Your muscle there would break my face too."

"Revan, you don't want to hear what he said," Canderous whispered, quietly enough that the officer couldn't hear.

"I'll determine that," Kagi replied calmly, then turned and imperceptibly waved his hand at the officer. "You will tell me what your companion said."

Something changed in the officer's expression, doubtless a result of Kagi's Force compulsion, and he relented. "He was just talking about that new Jedi girl that Lord Malak captured. Said it's a shame that Lord Malak's going to turn her to the dark side, instead of letting us men have some new fun."

Kagi stiffened noticeably, even under the heavy cloak.

Canderous shook his head slowly. "I told you you wouldn't enjoy it…"

The Jedi ignored him, his eyes boring into the soul of the Sith officer. He motioned with his hand again. "What exactly do you mean by 'new fun'?"

"Oh, you know. A call girl. Rotate her around the ships of the fleet; let the men enjoy her a little."

There was a rustling of cloth beneath Kagi's robes, then a moment of silence. Then the impossibly-loud snap-hiss of an igniting lightsaber shattered the quiet of the cantina. The Sith officer's face contorted in pain as he stumbled pack, Kagi's blue-bladed lightsaber driving into his stomach and protruding from his back.

Kagi pulled his arm out to the side, twisting the lightsaber's angle before drawing it out of the Sith officer's body, letting the dead or dying man fall to the cantina floor. The Jedi turned, scanning the cantina for more Sith.

To his right, Canderous shook his head and charged his repeating blaster. "I knew this wouldn't end well," he muttered to himself.

On Kagi's other side, HK-47 gleefully primed his Mandalorian assault rifle. "Pleased exclamation: Finally, we get to blast the meatbags indiscriminately!"

Without a word, Kagi began walking forward, the hum of his lightsaber the sinister hiss of a serpent prepared to strike.

A trio of Sith soldiers turned into the cantina. Their leader quickly spotted the two Sith laid out on the floor, and the trio advancing toward them, heavily-armed. He made an instant, but fatal, decision. He ordered his men to fire.

Kagi's cerulean blade immediately rose up in front of him, intercepting a blaster bolt and sending it back to the soldier who had fired it. That soldier, on the far left of the Sith formation, took it in the chest and collapsed backwards, his armor clattering loudly on the tiled floor. A trio of bolts from HK's assault rifle folded the rightmost trooper over and deposited him on the ground. A hailstorm of white fire from Canderous' repeating blaster picked the last trooper up bodily and flung him against the far wall, peppering the wall with burn holes.

The trio emerged into the main corridor of the colony. Several of the colony citizens, having seen what just occurred, ran panicking in terror away from them. Another quartet of Sith troopers charged down the ramp at them, their blasters spitting hot light. Not one managed to touch any of them, however, as Kagi effortlessly redirected their bolts into the floor, the walls, and in the case of one unlucky trooper, back into the shooter's face.

HK and Canderous returned a wall of blasterfire against the Sith troopers, cutting down another trooper and sending the remaining two diving for cover. With his left hand, Kagi gestured to the sign just outside the cantina. The heavy durasteel sign tore free of the ground, turning in midair until the broken end of its pole was facing the enemy troops. With another hand gesture, the sign flew through the air faster than the eye could follow, driving into the chest of a Sith trooper and knocking that man to the ground. A pool of blood quickly spread around the dead man.

"HK," Kagi said, his voice low and deathly quiet. "Get back to the ship and warn the others about the Sith attack. Canderous, cover me."

"Affirmation: As you command, master!" HK exclaimed, stepping out of cover and marching forward, gunning down the last trooper as he did so.

Canderous stepped out into the middle of the corridor, placing his body directly in front of Kagi's as the Jedi turned off his lightsaber and returned it to his belt. Kagi then lifted both hands and made a pulling gesture toward the sealed door leading outside, toward the Sith academy.

After a few moments, the upper right section of metal peeled toward them, then up and to the right. Moments later, the lower right section peeled down and away. After all of the metal door sections had been peeled like a banana, Kagi pulled his lightsaber out again, activating it with a cruel-sounding snap-hiss.

The Jedi glanced back to Canderous. "Let's move."

Outside, beyond the ramp leading out of the colony, the dead, brown sands of Korriban waited for them. Across a manmade bridge, Kagi could see the entrance to the Sith academy. Holding his lightsaber at his side, he advanced forward.

As they approached, Kagi realized that the academy entrance was set into the side of a mountain; he had no way of knowing how far into the rock it extended. His examination of the academy's entrance was cut short, however, by a Sith officer walking up to him. No, not an officer. Kagi saw the lightsaber hanging at the young man's waist; this was an apprentice he faced.

"You there," the apprentice said, sniffing haughtily. "What's wrong with you, bringing an ignited lightsaber before the Sith academy?" He gestured to the guard standing at the entrance. "We shall confiscate that until you have learned your place."

As the guard approached, Kagi spun the lightsaber around his hand several times, waiting. Then, when the guard reached striking range, Kagi lunged forward, driving his lightsaber into the guard's gut all the way up to the hilt. As he began to withdraw, he heard the snap-hiss of the apprentice activating his own lightsaber and beginning his swing.

Straight out of the guard's body, Kagi's blue blade stopped the apprentice's red blade in midair. The Jedi narrowed his eyes, disgusted by the lack of talent in this apprentice that he could hold the man at bay with merely one hand upon his lightsaber. He slid his blade up the length of the apprentice's, over the top, and then back down, severing the man's right hand at the wrist.

As the apprentice screamed in pain, Kagi brought up his left hand, seeing the Sith with the Force, and then flung his hand as far to his left as he could. No sooner had he done so than the Sith went flying through the air, over the edge of the nearby cliff, his scream echoing as the man plunged to his doom.

Lowering his hand, Kagi turned his eyes on the three civilians that the apprentice had been torturing by whatever means, and he spun his lightsaber again around his hand. They got the message; two seconds later, there were no souls on that side of the bridge but Kagi and Canderous.

"How are we going to get inside?" Canderous asked, pointing to the temple entrance. "That thing is solid stone, and I don't have any explosives that can punch through it."

"Simple," Kagi said, striding up to the door.

He took a moment to look the door over, then reared back and plunged his lightsaber into its center, all the way up to the hilt. Molten rock began to drip away from the point of contact. He turned the lightsaber in his grip, and glowing tendrils of molten rock split out from the center of the door. With a monstrous crack, a huge chunk of rock fell away, slamming against the dusty ground with a bone-jarring thud.

Several more large chunks of rock and several minutes later, Kagi had opened a hole in the door large enough for either man to walk through fully upright, with plenty of room to spare on all sides.

"Impressive," Canderous muttered, hefting his repeating blaster. "After you," he told Kagi, knowing that the angry young Jedi would not have it any other way.

---

Far across the galaxy, Bastila steeled her resolve as the door to her chamber slid open, and Malak once more strode in. As smug as the Sith lord usually looked, he appeared to be twice as much now.

Almost in a form of standard greeting, Malak lifted his left hand and sent a powerful blast of Force lightning into Bastila's chained form. The young Jedi gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out even as the tremendous pain wracked her nerve endings and sent her into convulsions.

After a moment, far too short for this to be another attempt to break her, Malak relented. Freed from her rebellious muscles, Bastila sagged forward as far as her chains would allow her, hanging her head down to her chest, allowing her unrestrained hair to fall before her face.

"What do you want, Malak?" she demanded, her exhaustion robbing her voice of her usual defiant tone.

The Sith lord laughed mechanically, fixing his yellow eyes on his captive. "I just came to give you the good news, Bastila. I can sense what Revan is doing. I know you could too, if you hadn't exhausted so much of your energy in blocking your Force bond. I just thought I'd let you know what he was up to."

"You needn't tell me that," Bastila replied, raising her head a few inches to stare into the Sith's eyes. "He's making plans to rescue me, and kill you."

Malak laughed again, and crossed the room until he was standing beside Bastila. This was not enough, he leaned down and grabbed her chin harshly, turning her head until her face was only inches from his. "You're close, Bastila, very close. You are involved in what he's doing. At this very moment, Revan is slaughtering the entire colony on Korriban, and falling to the dark side in the progress."

Bastila could not keep the horror off her face. "No!" she screamed. "You're lying! Kagi would not fall to the dark side! He promised he wouldn't!"

His expression souring, Malak backhanded Bastila, then stood up straight. "You are the one lying, and lying to yourself. There is no such person as this 'Kagi' you speak of. Only Revan, and he is returning to the dark side, where he belongs. And it is all your fault."

Before she could reply, Malak turned and departed from her chamber. The slamming of the stone door held such finality that Bastila could not contain her emotions. Resting her head back against the stone pillar she was chained to, Bastila did nothing to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes. She didn't care that she had failed in the mission the Council had given her, to watch over the former Darth Revan.

She cried because the man she loved had fallen to the dark side, and it had been because of her.

A/N: Yeah guys, I know that it was the bartender Rodian that sold you the stuff, but I had to take creative license to add the drama I wanted in there. :3