The writing on the walls was of little interest to Arissa. Yes words had power she was well aware. But she was after a less abstract form of power. She moved further into the tomb. Her sabers were equipped to her belt and a slug thrower overr her shoulder, but the real weapon she would use here was going to be her own wit and words, much more deadly than any of those in the tomb.
On Coruscant Xanth had said tearfilled goodbyes to the others in the orphanage and was standing in line with a duffle bag of her belongings and a ticket for a ship. A ship that would take her to a new place and new adventures.