PenelopeSalt

It was the smell that first riveted her attention. Cool, dry, redolent with the odors of stone dust and pungent evidences of the ancient plant life that clung in places to the joints and cracks of the tower. The scent was powerful, almost a presence in and of itself, diverting some of her focus away from her sworn charge, the Savior of the Universe, Saren Arturius. Unless told otherwise, Shiala did not like to pay more than paltry attention to her surroundings. She preferred basking in the glory and ecstasy of Saren's presence, perfectly content merely to be by him, awaiting his command. Nothing pleased her more than carrying out his will. I