Well, he already thinks I talk behind his back...

In the past week, via my Master, I have learned the following things:

1. Imperial Intelligence is staffed by idiots who can’t do anything without someone cracking a whip.
2. Etisacaar should, by all rights, be executed.
3. But he’d rather extend the man’s misery by forcing him to go through the trials on Korriban again.
4. …and maybe keep him there or on a tight leash afterward.
5. Ayel is a fat, lying, pain in the neck who needs to stop acting like a blubbering, pun intended, lovesick teenager and come to terms with the fact that Etisacaar doesn’t give a damn about him as anything more than a ‘sure thing’.
6. If Ayel would do that, he might have some hope of succeeding as a Sith instead of just ending up another sort of slave to a human.
7. This is why he dislikes his apprentices forming emotional attachments, and will concede that perhaps the Jedi have that aspect of training correct. I can’t say I disagree, especially after watching Ayel and Etisacaar flail around like idiots.
8. If Intelligence thought they were going to do anyone a favor by promoting Kindrak to Cipher, they can’t be all that intelligent.
9. His favorite pair of socks has a hole.
10. My robes are hideous, which is something I already knew. Gaudy, awful things.
11. I should speak more, despite having very little to say to him and him not letting me get a word in edgewise anyway.
12. His ship droid lost fingers somehow. He blames Esk for that.
13. Arannek dented a wall with Esk’s “stupid, fat, Rattataki” head.
14. Aside from being Twi’lek, Gida’tar is a model apprentice to the point that her being Twi’lek could possibly be overlooked. 
15. I’m much more tolerable now that I properly use lightning.
16. He can’t keep all the Agents straight anymore; found the retort of, “So few of them are anyway.” amusing. 
17. His tea has gone cold, and he’ll be back in a few minutes with a fresh cup. I’d go with him but, in all honesty, I plan to enjoy three to five minutes of silence.

I did remember to wish him a happy birthday, though his reply was along the lines of me only being pleased he was one year closer to the grave.

It’s not entirely incorrect, so I did not argue.