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by Grorn on Sun May 27, 2007 2:45 am
Rehvv finished speaking with his master and sat at the bar. After staring at the counter for a moment, he glanced at the barkeep and at the prices listed on the wall. He fished around for some credits and shook his head, retiring back to his spot on the counter. A seemingly friendly man beside him asked him, "Why so glum, boy?" He answered, "Today's my birthday, I would have liked to see my parents. I knew being a jedi would be tough, but it really gets at a young boy like me." He sighed, "Master Redrian took me here for fun, as a celebration, but I just know he's here on some sort of council business. Oh well." The man replied, "I see, sometimes a man just needs a drink to calm his sorrows." Rehvv said to the man as he tried out a new technique he had just learned, "You don't need to drink to calm your sorrows." The man sighed and replied, "My life is much more complicated than your life, son." Rehvv bowed his head and frowned, knowing that his mind trick had failed. He heard a sound behind him and he saw two men fighting, but his master broke it up and the men continued arguing, and stopped fighting. Master Redrian walked to Rehvv and said, "Rehvv, maybe I was wrong, this is no place for a young boy. Let's go.
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