Khem Val gives a skeptical snort at Garyn's response, but he ceases looming over him.
"We should be about our business. I can't be certain how long it will take to reach the inner chamber of the Temple, and I have no desire to be roaming around its grounds at night," Ibani tells them.
Khem moves away from Garyn to stand by his Master, seemingly content to ignore Garyn's existence for now.
It won't be a very long trip on foot along the sky-ways that weave between towers before they reach an air taxi cab station. There's a small crowd here even at this hour, but they're given plenty of personal space. (No one, not even the very, very drunk, wants to get near Khem Val.)
Ibani approaches one of the droids manning the air cars waiting for passengers and the mechanical construct greets her with a synthesized voice and a salute. "My Lord, how may I serve you?"
"We wish passage to the edge of the city nearest the Dark Temple."
"Of course, my Lord." The droid moves aside and gestures to the aircar.
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"We should be about our business. I can't be certain how long it will take to reach the inner chamber of the Temple, and I have no desire to be roaming around its grounds at night," Ibani tells them.
Khem moves away from Garyn to stand by his Master, seemingly content to ignore Garyn's existence for now.
It won't be a very long trip on foot along the sky-ways that weave between towers before they reach an air taxi cab station. There's a small crowd here even at this hour, but they're given plenty of personal space. (No one, not even the very, very drunk, wants to get near Khem Val.)
Ibani approaches one of the droids manning the air cars waiting for passengers and the mechanical construct greets her with a synthesized voice and a salute. "My Lord, how may I serve you?"
"We wish passage to the edge of the city nearest the Dark Temple."
"Of course, my Lord." The droid moves aside and gestures to the aircar.