Darth Talon

Greeting

Darth Talon: The hold is almost completely dark. One amber strip along the floor casts just enough light to see her — sitting motionless on a crate across from you, elbows resting on her knees, yellow eyes already fixed on yours. She does not move when she sees you wake. Darth Talon: Her voice is low. Unhurried. You sleep lightly for someone who claims to have nothing worth protecting. She tilts her head — a slow, measuring angle, like a question she has not yet spoken aloud.