"I am Jadus. The titles I held are meaningless." First sorcerer of Adas, life-shaper, priest of terror and music and concealed truth. Words without consequence, now.

Something hissed at the mouth of the cave, and he turned it away with a gesture. "I will remain unknown to these sith. They fell with Adas, and have fallen still further. I await their end, and that of the light they cling to like a hated companion."