[Center][h2] Caalin Daemon [/h2][/center]

“Like the orb. Marek tried everything to destroy it, but couldn’t. He had to lock it away in that impregnable safe to keep anyone from getting their hands on it.” I feel a pant of sorrow thinking about my old master and how brutally he was murdered. “Speaking of which, I wonder how the Orb factors into all of this. Remember how powerful that thing was?”

[Center][h2] Millu’ci’vanda  [/h2][/center]

“Yes. In fact... it felt very similar to this.” I motion to the space around us; the strong energy permeating in the air. “What ever happened to that orb anyway?”

[Center][h2] Caalin Daemon [/h2][/center]

“Greshh stole it, and then was betrayed by his own people shortly after. So... Sucal has it. BUT like I said, it’s in a safe that is impossible to open. It’s made of phrik, which is strong enough to resist even lightsabers. As long as it’s lock in there, it’s harmless.”