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Hearing footsteps clicking down the hallway, the young Acolyte reached out, sensing it was his Master. A smirk grew on his face but quickly faded, long before the man reached the room he dwell in. Sensing the man behind him, he awaited his Master to speak before standing. Hearing the question he poised the young Bogan simply nodded.
"Meditation, my Master. A substitution for sleep. I feel I need not rest when other subtleties can be used in its place."
Giving the man a respectful bow he crossed his arms, tucking them in the sleeves of the black as night cloak.
"I am at your will, Master."
"Meditation, my Master. A substitution for sleep. I feel I need not rest when other subtleties can be used in its place."
Giving the man a respectful bow he crossed his arms, tucking them in the sleeves of the black as night cloak.
"I am at your will, Master."