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(( This is will be months before Praxeum's and Prognie's last role-play, Setting the stones. ))
"Two years ago." A voice called out from above the Shadow Protector. The Supreme Prophet, adorned in his white prophet robes, slowly walked down the set of spiral stairs leading from his personal library. His fingers slid from the railing and his arms reached out to embrace Tarna - though he found himself inching away without thought. He was hoping Tarna wouldn't notice, or dismiss it as nothing, but a voice in his head told him that it would be a red flag to Tarna that something was wrong.
The Dark Lord of the Church of the Dark Side turned from his friend and went to a small table with a container of corellian whiskey and began to pour two drinks as he turned his head back to Tarna, "It has been months since I have got to see you face to face." Tarna gave him a strange look since they had seen each other everyday these past few weeks. "I mean without the politics all around us." Praxeum said with his famous smug. _________________

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