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The Zabraki warrior stood silently within the main entrance chamber of the Bogan temple on Conscio. He waited patiently for the arrival of his new master. He was very eager to begin his training, having waited nearly a month for a suitable master to appear for him. He had been challenged several times by other hopefuls, and had quickly ended their interests in his affairs. He pulled his hood down from his head, revealing his sharpened Zabraki horns. They looked menacing, designed to tear the flesh from bone.
The temple was quiet, yet active. Members of the Bogan moved back and forth as they went about their day. Riden simply stood, staring at a large statue of the Bogan in the main chamber, awaiting his master’s arrival. He wondered what exactly he would learn this day. He had already been taught the ideals and general ways of the Bogan, and so was curious what this new master would bring to him. What new knowledge would this man or woman bring to him? There was little to do but wait.
The temple was quiet, yet active. Members of the Bogan moved back and forth as they went about their day. Riden simply stood, staring at a large statue of the Bogan in the main chamber, awaiting his master’s arrival. He wondered what exactly he would learn this day. He had already been taught the ideals and general ways of the Bogan, and so was curious what this new master would bring to him. What new knowledge would this man or woman bring to him? There was little to do but wait.