"It's possible," she replies, tone dry. "I was only in his charge briefly, so I couldn't say for sure."
The push is just enough to send Harkun stumbling into the other Sith. Harkun's lips twist in a sneer and it's clear he is about to throttle some poor, random Imperial behind him when the realization of just WHO he's bumped into registers.
Harkun's face goes pale enough that the red tattoos stand out like fresh blood on his skin, but he manages to keep his voice steady. His usual arrogance and superiority is gone, replaced by subservience and submissiveness. "My utmost apologies my Lord," he says with a deep bow. He glances out of the corner of his eye for someone to blame, but the rapidly widening circle bare of people around the two Sith is devoid of potential culprits.
Quin might notice that Ibani has gone very, very still and that's she's watching the unknown Sith warily.
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The push is just enough to send Harkun stumbling into the other Sith. Harkun's lips twist in a sneer and it's clear he is about to throttle some poor, random Imperial behind him when the realization of just WHO he's bumped into registers.
Harkun's face goes pale enough that the red tattoos stand out like fresh blood on his skin, but he manages to keep his voice steady. His usual arrogance and superiority is gone, replaced by subservience and submissiveness. "My utmost apologies my Lord," he says with a deep bow. He glances out of the corner of his eye for someone to blame, but the rapidly widening circle bare of people around the two Sith is devoid of potential culprits.
Quin might notice that Ibani has gone very, very still and that's she's watching the unknown Sith warily.