You enter one of the dozens of sparring chambers within the Shadow Academy of Lyspair, the simple square room utilized mostly by those learning the ways of the lightsaber. This five hundred square-foot room, rectangular in shape, is nearly barren. The floor is lined with simple padding, while the walls are made of dull, grey durasteel, gauged by innumerable lightsaber strikes, scarring the metal permanently.

The ceiling towers above you, nearly twenty feet in height, allowing for plenty of movement from the more acrobatic of Force users. There are no other adornments within the room, save for the entrance and lighting that bathes the entire room, yet seems to come from nowhere. All corners of the room are perfectly lit, with no visible shadows to speak of. There is nowhere for you to hide within the room, but… there's no room for your opponent to hide either.

Taysar did as Lord Death said. He was to wait in the training halls. He was to lean against one of the towers, hiding from one of the doorways. He waited there and after a few moments he heard someone.

“Man people here are too easy to steal from.” said a blue Nautolan smiling at a bag of stolen credits. As he entered the room he paused for a moment.

“I know someone's in here. Where are you?” He asked.

Taysar stepped out from the behind the tower. He looked at the Nautolan. He had a bulging bag that could hardly contain all the credits he had obviously stolen. The Nautolan smiled nervously.

“This uh… this isn’t what it seems.” He stuttered out. Taysar merely stared.

“Your Taysar, leader of that death cult right?” He asked. Taysar only nodded.

“I’m Scheat, and you're probably going to kill me because of me stealing huh? Against your religion or something?” Scheat asked.

“No. That’s no reason to kill. Thievery can be justified.” Taysar said in shyriiwook. Scheat smiled and started to move away from Taysar.

“Yet the reason Lord Death told me to wait here was because of you. He claims you serve Lord Life.” Taysar continued. Scheat stopped in his tracks and turned around. He put his hands up and shook them.

“No I uhhh… serve Lord...Cash?” Scheat said not convincingly. Taysar activated his shield and lightsaber. Scheat ran to the doorway. He moved very fast hoping to escape. He fell to the ground when he ran into something unseen. The bag of credits spilled out. Scheat looked upside down at Taysar to see him running at him with his shield in front of him. Scheat quickly rolled out of the way.

Scheat jumped up from the ground and pulled out his lightsaber. He ignited it and had to move out of the way again. They locked blades and only for a moment stared at each other’s eyes.