10-14-2015, 07:14 PM
Jaixe straightened up in his chair, handing back the comm device without a response to her answer. He seemed either satisfied with the reply or seemed to have predicted it, though it was difficult to discern his thoughts on the matter based on his expression. He looked around briefly, taking in the surroundings one last time as he gathered his thoughts.
“I’m not sure I would trust any merchant or shop in this verse.” Jaixe commented with a note resembling a joking tone, pulling out his own dataverse device once more and thumbing through it to reach the kernel of information he needed. Once he reached it, he handed it over to Ash for her to view. “This will be our next destination.” He stated.
The device was locked to a web page advertising, rather boldly and grandiosely at that, the announcement of a tournament of Primes in Camelot.
“We will not be participating, of course, as the tournament started some time before already, though scouting out our potential allies and foes would be wise of us. There are, of course, other matters of concern within Camelot that I must attend to.” Jaixe explained, clarifying his reasoning for the sudden shift from research in a somewhat run-down and antiquated archive to a tournament in the opposite verse from Coruscant.
Jaixe stood up, pushing the worn-out chair underneath the table, it grinding across the wooden floor. “You are, of course, free to act as you wish if you feel I’m somewhat unentertaining.”
“I’m not sure I would trust any merchant or shop in this verse.” Jaixe commented with a note resembling a joking tone, pulling out his own dataverse device once more and thumbing through it to reach the kernel of information he needed. Once he reached it, he handed it over to Ash for her to view. “This will be our next destination.” He stated.
The device was locked to a web page advertising, rather boldly and grandiosely at that, the announcement of a tournament of Primes in Camelot.
“We will not be participating, of course, as the tournament started some time before already, though scouting out our potential allies and foes would be wise of us. There are, of course, other matters of concern within Camelot that I must attend to.” Jaixe explained, clarifying his reasoning for the sudden shift from research in a somewhat run-down and antiquated archive to a tournament in the opposite verse from Coruscant.
Jaixe stood up, pushing the worn-out chair underneath the table, it grinding across the wooden floor. “You are, of course, free to act as you wish if you feel I’m somewhat unentertaining.”