Alektto inclined his head from where he'd sat himself - heads taller than most everyone here - at his mention, my did they greet every newcomer? ah to be part of a smaller community, these small idiosyncrasies.

a mention of religion brought him a raised brow but otherwise he did not outwardly say or display any emotion towards it, merely polite interest - he did not care for any religion as such, the sith were more a set of guidelines than true religion, words to live and code life by, not some worshipped vaunted gods - even if they did so venerate the most legendary of sith but that was just pride in history and legacy, as any sith would wish.

a mention of these demons and spirits did catch his interest though - ah, so not only was the territory similar to dromund kaas in aesthetic and feel, they also had their fair share of spirits haunting the lands like the dark temple of old? how intriguing.

"worship of false Idols and fear of the unknown, how, primitive" a voice whispered through his mind and he refrained from glancing to where Valkorion's apparition would usually appear in one of these little 'lesson lectures' or rather 'annoying commentaries' the former emperor liked to indulge in, seated in the backseat as he seemingly was - but no the voice ebbed away with no appearance, hm, perhaps the vergence that had spat him out here - and like this - had drained or stressed the connection too much for him to appear yet, one thing to be minorly thankful of then.