Surprisingly things had gone off relatively without a hitch. As soon as Malphas left his presence Kenobi had made his way up to the Dov's main living area. Luckily for him he didn't have to go too deep into their territory yet to get the information that he desired; he needed to know exactly which plants had been found to be toxic and more importantly what were the symptoms caused by accidentally ingesting them. Blending in amongst the varies Stormborn and visitors hadn't been too difficult of a job. The rest of the information came right from the mouth's of the gossiping pride members who idly chatted about the current situation why off on their daily chores.
Had it been tactless to fake an illness that had previously killed other? Yes. Was it selfish to take away possible resources for the truly ill and dying? Again, yes. To him though it was a necessary evil. The doctor had already proven himself to be on edge and unwilling to comply in answering his questions, he needed to do this in order to get the information on Organa and her condition that he sought if not for his own sanity but for the good of the rebellion.
What was that saying, the desires of the few don't outweigh the needs of the many? Ah, didn't really matter. The core message was still the same: Do want was beneficial to the masses, even if it hurt a few.
So, here he was. Once he had gotten the list of symptoms down and spent a few hours perfecting them he was ready for his dramatic entrance. Like any good pride the Dov had regular patrols and guards posted at the entrances, it wasn't long after he faked collapse was he dragged off into the heart of the mountain to await treatment like the rest of the ill.
Stage 1 down, now it was time for stage 2.
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