Ilius was quiet the whole time all these occurances happened, the arrival of others, the conversations, the quips, and the quick and hasty appearence of the Lord and Lady of elves.
He grumbled to himself when he heard that they were heading off to retrieve some artifact or another that was stolen by pillagers. He shoved off the wall that he had been leaning on, sulkily walking off towards the armory, seeing as he couldn't pass up an opportunity to recieve free weapons, or ammunition for his crossbow.
He entered the armory looking about he found some imported weapons from other places: broadswords, buckler shields, and the like, but nothing he hadn't seen or used before. The rest was the light and well forged weapons of the elves: composite bows, long bows, glaives, and other such weapons, but nothing he wished to use. He looked around until he found some crossbow bolts, taking them he left the armory post-haste, heading back to where the group was waiting.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)