Before Ben can ask Marie why she had just dived under the table, a sudden disturbance in the Force alerts him to Wrùstöiz's arrival.
"Stang... when did the Sith Empire decide to actually send someone here?" he mutters under his breath as he joins Marie beneath their table, one hand falling to the hilt of his own lightsaber.
"At least he's not someone like, say... Malgus, but that's of little comfort right now..."
edited 3rd Apr '18 12:08:26 PM by IchigoMontoya
The Sith removes his mask, however it is too dark to see his face; as he takes a small cup he pulls from another table. He pours himself a shot and drinks it, shortly afterwards commenting "Must be uncomfortable under there, come on out; I won't bite.... yet." Wrùstöiz pours himself another shot, as his lightsaber floats from his belt and onto his table.
Wrùstöiz laughs at the end of the previous statement "Darth? I'm nothing close to a Darth, but Lord Wrùstöiz used to be my official title at one point... Although you're a Jedi aren't you? Or some pathetic bounty hunter if you're hiding under a table." He drinks another shot, as he continues "If you think I'm here to kill you, you're sadly mistaken; but the Jedi are that full of themselves." He stands, putting his mask back on and steps towards the table.
Anne would see Wrùstöiz not harming or even igniting his blade in the near future, but this one of many possible futures for this encounter.
"You were right on the credits with your first guess, Wrùstöiz," Ben says, emerging from beneath the table as well. "Of course, the Sith would know a thing or two about arrogance themselves. But I get the feeling you didn't come here to this place to engage in a philosophical debate, so... why exactly are you here?"
He then gives Marie an odd look in response to her remark, as if silently asking her "Did you miss the part about him being a kriffing Sith?"
Wrùstöiz looks to the lightsaber on the Jedis belt "Guardian, or Consular? Although from your confidence I would gather you to be a Guardian.... not many Sentinels left anyhow." He pulls his double bladed lightsaber from the table, and puts it back on his belt. He extends his hand partially "To clarify... I wouldn't call myself a Sith anymore if that makes you feel any better about shaking my hand.... What's your name?"
"He might not call himself a Sith anymore, but even so, he's likely at least a Dark Jedi. Whatever kind of Dark Sider this man is, he'll find that I won't be so easily swayed, if that's his plan."
"Guardian sounds about right," Ben replies, staring at Wrùstöiz's hand for a moment before shaking it. "And my name is Ben."
He then glances at Marie.
"Really? If so, then I seriously hope this vision of yours turns out to be correct, Marie."
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Wrùstöiz retracts his hand "The galaxy isn't as black and white as you've been taught, Ben. And to answer your previous question, I'm here to get a drink and relax. I didn't think anyone else would be here, so I came. Although I should've known I was sensing something." Wrùstöiz turns to Anne "Nice to meet you, Anne." Wrùstöiz extends his hand to her
"A Sith, former or otherwise, is lecturing me on morality? I suppose next, I'll meet a noble, honorable Hutt who isn't a criminal..."
"Yes, I'm well-aware that grey areas exist in the galaxy, Wrùstöiz," Ben replies, briefly glancing at the Sith Holocrons on Wrùstöiz's belt before looking at Marie.
"Say... how were you able to see into the future, Marie?"

Ben simply raises an eyebrow at Marie.
"I'm... actually a Jedi, miss, not a monk. Now please calm down, I'm not going to hurt you or anything."