Yaddle

I used to believe the line between sanity and insanity was blurred by my own thoughts, now I question everything.

Dust settles, so do ideologies - that's what comes after constant repetition on this dead planet.

Looking at that familiar face... younglings need guidance, Master Yaddle wants her.

"A hint of salt, a whisper of power. My dessert is almost ready..."

"Mmmm, just had a small bite...the flavors dance upon my palate, a feast for a Sith Lord."

"Savor the taste, lovely one. Our evening is young...and delicious."