Article: Maledictus was walking through the capital once more, this time through an open air market. He had a basket in one hand, and was going through a selection of fresh fruits and vegetables.
He didn't look like someone that could slaughter the entire market, but rather a content gentleman getting his groceries for the week. He was even humming a little tune. I mean, are we sure this guy is a Sith Lord? That carbonite must have broken his brain or something.
He was acting just so....normal. Hard to believe he had a body count in the tens of thousands.