Rumors had been flying through the halls of the sith academy that a certain powerful and influential sith lord had been searching for an apprentice, so it was understandable that when the sith himself, Darth Cinereus, stepped off the landing pad and into the academy, there was an unusual number of acolytes in the entry way, trying to look normal. Darth Cinereus ignored the acolytes as he strode purposefully towards his destination. His face was obscured by a hood and his dark robes swished against the floor. Several turns later, he found himself in the office of Overseer Ryloth. The overseer quickly stood and bowed when the sith entered. "My lord, the acolytes you asked for are finishing their last trial. They will be along in a moment." "How many survived?" Cinereus asked. "Two of the five since their last trial, my lord." Cinereus nodded at the response. The acolytes undergoing these trials were hand picked by him. He personally went through their files and choose the ones that showed the most promise and devised the trials they had been sent on. Cinereus wanted a good apprentice. He wanted an apprentice who would rain terror upon his enemies. He wanted an apprentice who would one day kill him and take his title. He crossed his arms and moved to a corner of the room to wait.