Eiron smiled, the shadows cast by his hood concealing most of his face. He stood up, hands falling to his sides. He no longer focused upon his previous meditations, letting the shells he'd constructed around his presence fall away. They saw and sensed him as he was: a Sith Lord of a caliber of a different time. This was not a warrior training at the Academy. This could have been the Master of the Academy.
"Welcome, Lords Raezyr and Trychon, to Korriban."
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