She shakes her head. "So far as I know it should be original. There's no record of contact in any history."

"And it doesn't predate Sith history, either?"

"Based on the wear patterns, I'd say these are between six and twelve thousand years old. Without more equipment or local context I can't be any more precise than that."

"Okay, so... there could have been some lost Sith that came here for some reason and never wrote anything about it but not too likely? Perhaps the Gormak know something."

"We'll see."

Onwards?

They come to a large chamber, well-lit by globes of light hovering up near the ceiling. In the center sits a flat slab of yellow-and-black marbled stone, surrounded by four pillars. A Gormak kneels behind it, apparently meditating.

She's not sure they should disturb them. She makes her presence obvious, though.

They don't respond to her.

Occlus gives it about ten seconds, then flicks their forehead.

"Wake up."

They rock back, then open their eyes and slowly rise. Their voice is low and raspy.

<"Mm. Not Gormak. Neither Voss. Trouble. Who comes?">

"I am Rafa, she is Lord Occlus. We seek aid in—scratch that, she's possessed by ghosts and that's having the usual effect."

They look at Occlus for a moment, and make a rumbling noise that is either a laugh or a cough.

She bares her teeth and sparks flare around her fists.

<"Dangerous, this one. Yes. We help. But require assurances.">

"What kind?"

<"King Jokull is hunting the shaman. Many are dead. I must leave this world. You help.">

"—okay. Who is King Jokull?"

<"The ruler of the Gormak.">

"Obviously. Can we get this over with?"

"Do let's." She can ask questions later.

<"Mm."> They gesture at the slab. <"The altar, dark one. And prepare yourself for a fight.">

"By lying down?"

<"Your enemy is within. It is there that we travel.">

She studies the shaman, then smiles. "All right."