Braedyn awoke on a soft bed, perhaps the softest he’d ever slept on, and for a moment, luxuriated in the comfort. Only when his sluggish senses fully awakened did he realize that not only should he not have been so comfortable, but that there was another presence nearby. Slowly, to feign the last vestiges of sleepiness he only partly felt, he opened his eyes and leaned up on his elbow.
Sitting in a non-descript chair, staring off into the distance with unblinking eyes, sat a gorgeous red-headed human woman in simple brown robes. He could not help but notice the attention that must have gone into maintaining her hair, but her face was a plain sort of beauty. Until she realized he was awake and turned to face him fully.
The entire right side of her face was scarred, but at first glance, she didn’t appear to be self-conscious about the disfiguration. Rather, she looked upon him with the same distant gaze she had been using mere seconds ago. Braedyn’s hackles rose as he realized she was studying him.
Wary now, Braedyn extended his senses and was immediately assaulted by the strength of her presence. He sighed as he brought his awareness back inward and she raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Resignedly, he lay back down and closed his eyes.
She was Sith.
It looked like he had yet another new master.