It had been days, possibly weeks since an Inquisitor had strolled this area of town. The high-rise suites and Coruscanti elite that tended these homes tended to class with the Inquisitoriate’s more archaic tastes.

Except for that damned party with the Russard’s, mused Inquisitor Sarah Lymia as she tapped her foot in the turbolift whizzing up the building face. But now she was here willingly at least, perhaps an indirect result of the party at the Russard mansion.

Sarah had very much expected the Empress’s Hand to be present at the gala affair. She was interested in meeting the new personal assassin and attendant to the ruler of the Empire. But Sorsha had made no appearance, only the Crimson Guard had tagged along as a retinue.

Inquisitor Lymia made the decision to come here on her own time while she still remained on Imperial Center. Definitely a non-official visit as told by the street cloths she adorned instead of any sort of uniform.

Sarah halted at the suite, knocking heavily on the door.