[b]Naraal Vrail, The Hask.[/b]

It took him a few minutes to retrace his steps but it was the long trek back that agitated him. Without Suade to occupy his mind and the Dark Side to numb his pain, or... reassure him of his strength, he felt less than able. Still though, he wouldn't let others know this. He would remain strong, even if he didn't have the force. He would keep the facade that he still rested happily in its embrace. 

For some reason, by the time he had arrived on the ship, he was emotionally and physically drained. His dark earthen robes drift across the floor, his black robes visible through the untied front as he looked around. Silver eyes danced between his dark bangs before landing on a woman in a green dress, a slit provocatively falling to her left ankle. Her words suggested that she was in on the plan, so then she must had been Vera. 

“I'm Naraal and you're suppose to train me. I'm your new apprentice, congrats,” He told her dispassionately. If the Source and Suade had expected him to be emotionless, then perhaps it was time for him to work on it without the aid of the Dark Side to help him.