Located on Sepros, the ancient Temples of Orian have served as the home for Clan Naga Sadow since the Exodus. In particular, the Temple of Sorrow was selected to become the base of operations for all of Clan Naga Sadow. The Temple has been rebuilt upon a once withered base, creating a hybrid of ancient stone and current era technology.

Within the shroud of Sepros' jungles, the spire of the Temple stands tall and menacing. It is constructed at the heart of a large clearing within the trees, with an impressive courtyard flanking it. The courtyard itself is a testament to the ancient origins of the Temple, littered with remains of the previous temple. Vines grow like slithering snakes throughout the crumbling architecture as if trying to strangle what stone remains and drag it into the dirt once more. Moss coats the stones in defiance to the elements that have stripped the stone bare throughout the courtyard. A grand staircase leads from the grassy ground to the main entrance, with secondary platforms on either side that house landing platforms. Several transport shuttles are settled upon the platforms in varying states of readiness as droids see to their maintenance.

Inside the Temple lies the main hall. The walls are shaped from a marble-like structure with elegant, flowing curves as if molded in clay. Columns line the walls leading away from the entrance towards the central chambers, supporting a balcony that stretches along the walls of the hall as a second level. Multiple corridors are seen between the columns, leading towards the Temple proper. Within these pathways reside the quarters many call home, in addition to various training rooms and small libraries.

This is the Temple of Sorrow, the heart of Clan Naga Sadow.

There was so much to do. He had lost track of the time as he studied his most recent acquisitions in his office. The allure of holocrons and tomes of wisdom was all to great for the man. It had made him late. Hopefully, she would either forgive or forget this small trespass. Then again, after what he was about to put the Knight through, she might hold greater things against him.

He made his way down the hallway, his eyes falling upon the large doorway that stood open to the main hallway. Drawing a breath, the Shadow stood a little taller as he strode confidently through the doorway. His eyes flicked across the room before coming to rest upon the slim form of Syntari.

She showed up as she was ordered. So she had some amount of respect for proper authority. Good. Bentre smiled to himself as he watched the woman. The Umbaran seemed to be observing one of the columns of the hall, deep in thought. The Human closed the distance between them slowly and carefully, stepping lightly as akin to a loth cat stalking a mouse. He was nearly upon her when the Shadow cleared his throat. Syntari whirled on the interruption, her hand going immediately for her lightsaber as she turned.

"So, she appears. I take it that your mission went well?"

"Mission?" The younger woman scoffed at the statement. "You send me off on an errand and call it a mission?" The Seeker shook her head. "Why do you need a Knight to fetch you a book from Aeotheran anyway? Don't you have an Apprentice sitting around to play fetch with you?"

Stahoes sized up his fellow Sadowan for a moment before his mouth twisted in a smirk. As he felt the frustration and irritation churn inside him, he focused to bring it to a boiling anger. Lifting a hand, Stahoes bared his teeth at the Knight as he extended his fingertips. An uneven arc of white-blue energy split and blossomed from his hand.

Just before the crackling energy hit her, the shorter Umbaran turned sideways, stepping clear of the way as she activated the purple energy blade of her lightsaber. Stepping from foot to foot, the Knight watched the Sadowan Proconsul.

"Oh, you got a style a little fancier than I do." Bentre smiled and winked as he removed a lightsaber from his belt and activated it's icy-blue blade with a snap-hiss. "Look at you getting all fired up. I will tell you what, kiddo. Show me what you got and we can forget the whole bit."

It wasn't quite as simple as that, though Stahoes was loathe to reveal that much. If he were honest with himself, he had gotten a bit bored since taking on the office of Proconsul. At least when he had been a Rollmaster he managed to brush shoulders more often with the Journeyman. Here he could test Synari's mettle and give himself a break from drudgery of his office.

"So come on." Bentre's voice was teasing. "Hit me with your best shot."