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Life was quite different for Quils before coming to Coruscant. He'd lived in luxury and squalor. His parents were wealthy and to a certain extent he had been to. After spending time modeling his life then changed and he turned to art. Working with his father was very inspiring and educational. Each day had been an opportunity to admire the art in the gallery while attempting to sweet talk some Hapan noble woman's daughter.
After events transpired that led Quils to the temple on Coruscant, he found himself challenged by overcoming obstacles. So many people he'd met were quite humble while he had moments of sheer vanity. The trait was something he would need to abandon or at least control and monitor his previous mentor warned him. But that was before he'd taken on a single student and left with them to Tython. Leaving Quils to undertake his own instruction until a master was available to teach him.
This particular afternoon found him in the Jedi archives. He sat at a small desk with stacks of datapads piled in front of him so high that they seemed to sway whenever someone passed by. However he was not responsible for the towers. Moments prior another Padawan had come by carrying the stacks and asked Quils to watch them before setting them down on the desk and wandering off to presumably find a cart. That had been hours ago and now he was being stared at by his peers.
After events transpired that led Quils to the temple on Coruscant, he found himself challenged by overcoming obstacles. So many people he'd met were quite humble while he had moments of sheer vanity. The trait was something he would need to abandon or at least control and monitor his previous mentor warned him. But that was before he'd taken on a single student and left with them to Tython. Leaving Quils to undertake his own instruction until a master was available to teach him.
This particular afternoon found him in the Jedi archives. He sat at a small desk with stacks of datapads piled in front of him so high that they seemed to sway whenever someone passed by. However he was not responsible for the towers. Moments prior another Padawan had come by carrying the stacks and asked Quils to watch them before setting them down on the desk and wandering off to presumably find a cart. That had been hours ago and now he was being stared at by his peers.