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Juisk ran up the stairs two at a time, narrowly avoiding colliding with a pair of younglings as he rounded a corner. He wasn't late, not yet. But he could just make it if he hurried...
Today he was to meet his new master. Knight Cnile Mengele was well known among his clan, and he was the subject of a good deal of envy for having been picked by her.
Juisk arrived in front of the chamber where he was due to meet her, straightened his tunic, made sure his lightsaber was still strapped to his belt after the mad dash-dropping one's lightsaber would be embarrassing to say the least. He had left his robes in his room, there was no need for them today.
Taking a deep breath and centering himself as best he could, he waved the door access aside and strode into the room.
Today he was to meet his new master. Knight Cnile Mengele was well known among his clan, and he was the subject of a good deal of envy for having been picked by her.
Juisk arrived in front of the chamber where he was due to meet her, straightened his tunic, made sure his lightsaber was still strapped to his belt after the mad dash-dropping one's lightsaber would be embarrassing to say the least. He had left his robes in his room, there was no need for them today.
Taking a deep breath and centering himself as best he could, he waved the door access aside and strode into the room.