Raztlain did indeed smile when Owen came in and peeked around the precariously stacked records, but it was a mere twitching of the corners of his mouth as if some of the muscles needed to smile had forgotten their duties. “Jedi Knight Calipso,”Raztlain said congenially as he stood carefully so as to not disturb the mounds of papers and parchments dating thousands of years prior. He regarded the young Knight with curious eyes, as if to study him and see if he was really mature and able enough to understand what was going through his mind. Clearly he had no intentions of being completely level with the youth.
His eyes traveled down to Owen’s feet and a frown creased his face cascading thousands of tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “Zannah was only a child when she fell, and not even trained in the Force at the time. Her story is wrought with tragedy. She was so young when the Rusaan conflict happened; she had been taken from her home to train as a Jedi when her ship fell under enemy fire and she fell out.”
He sighed heavily. “Few people know the indigenous creatures of Rusaan; they were called Bouncers for that was how they moved. It was one of these that saved her life. She befriended this creature, and then was forced to watch as it was slaughtered by a pair of Jedi who were mistaken about it. She in turn gave in to her anger (for she knew no better) and killed them both in something of a tantrum. "Sadly for her this display was witnessed by Darth Bane who capitalized on her youth and innocence, pretended to care about her and trained her as the next Dark Lord of the Sith. She had only one chance at redemption and it failed by way of fear for her would be saviors.”
He finished, and there was no mistaking the bitterness in his voice. “Such were those times young one...and so they remain. “But,”
Alies said, how tone once aging calm, as he stepped carefully around his makeshift barrier. “You did not come here to discuss my woes, tell me more of this weapon you discovered.” He said as he eyes the sword.
