Exar roamed the museum's hallways throughout much of the afternoon and kept to himself, a robed specter to both staff and guests alike. His thoughts were mainly occupied with a single object housed within one of the innermost ground level galleries. Ever since he caught sight of it shortly after arriving, the rest of the antiquities blurred by, inconsequential. The scholars classified it as a gemstone and included a few scant conjectures on its origin, along with an estimated age. The amulet was even ancient by Exar's time. He recognized similarities in the stone, the cut, and the setting that brought to mind the treasures of Freedon Nadd's tomb, as well as those in the final resting place of the Dark Lords on barren Korriban. There was an unmistakable thrum of power that seemed to rise in the Force whenever he neared it. The amulet would soon have a better home – with him.
His initial plan was to speak to the chief curator, undoubtedly a lazy old Naboo noble, whom he'd convince to hand the artifact over to a proper Jedi scholar for study. That plan was quickly thwarted; Exar didn't have two days to wait for the curator to return from a personal holiday. Impatience rising, he simply brooded and formed a better and more expedient plan, while his thoughts occasionally drifted to his own predicament. The Jedi scowled during much of his walk through the mostly empty corridors, reminiscing how the light had undoubtedly abandoned him on Yavin 4, so he was convinced. Yet the dark already healed him once and protected him not long after. Still, Kun was well aware of the Sith spirit's meddling, and he was frankly glad that Nadd hadn't followed him through the Rift to Naboo. Dark power still called to him in the strange future. He realized his perceptions remained surprisingly sharp, more so than they'd been before he left his master and the lesser students behind.
Mindful of the time and adamantly deciding he would take the amulet, he rounded the corner and made his way to the stairwell descent. The security patterns were known to him, and he had an idea to lower his lightsaber's blade intensity settings closer to that of a precision laser. Exar would avoid implicating himself and the Jedi if possible. He had every intention to leave Naboo when the avenue was open to him. Extra detainment was not an option.
Glass shattered downstairs and he realized he'd been outplayed. Nearly. Someone must have beaten him to the amulet. Anticipating his rival's next move, but strangely unable to sense them, Exar reached for his lightsaber, pulling it free from its belt hook, and hovered his thumb over the activator. Rage was upon him, and with a flurry of speed, he leapt halfway down the stairs, blocking the Togruta's path. Without a word, he instinctively grasped out for the wrist of the hand holding his amulet, expression dark upon his sharp features.