The chamber was close, so close he could make out the words the next time the voices spoke. “The Sith are only two now—one Master and one apprentice,” the deeper one said. “There will be no others.” “What happens if I fail?” the other replied. Sounds like a woman, Darovit thought, too focused on following the voices to pay much attention to the actual words. No, not a woman, he corrected himself a second later. A girl.
