Man: It doesn't matter who I am...it matters who you are. Listen carefully. The two persons whom you sense have just arrived on Coruscant looking for a Sith lord. Find these three, and you will find also the answers which you seek. But I warn you, they may not be what you expect.
*The man turns and walks away, fading and vanishing like a mist as he leaves the Temple chambers*
Aidan: *low voice to Marin, before leaving the room* Well, they're going to be no help in beating this thing, if it comes to that. I'd start thinking of ideas.
Marin: What if their idea's true?
Aidan: What if it's not? Even if they're right, we don't have to figure out how to kill Fenrir. Even immortals can be beaten, you know that.
Marin: Maybe...Fenrir can beat Fenrir...
Marin: I'll explain later.
Raschel: *to Idun, sympathetically* What are you saying to the dead bodies?
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.