The room Nastizia leads you into is a long marble hall with a cream armchair at the end. No droids this time. Your brave boys must spend most of their time jumbled up in a storage closet somewhere. There is a small wooden table on either side of the armchair. Each one has a small metal tube lying upon it. Each one has a small metal tube lying upon it. Nastizia picks one up, her voice echoing along the large, bare room as she twists the device around in her delicate fingers.
