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Beric Kanasur sat in his chair in the council chambers. Before him were the ornately wrought double doors, allowing people into this hallowed sanctum.
Outside waited sin.
A knight had attacked a padawan, drawing upon the dark side of the force, and had the audacity to see no problem with their actions.
The very idea of remorseless use of the darkness was abhorrent to the Grandmaster. Had the order fallen so low that the evil taint of the dark side of the force could take hold?
A padawan had fought against his peers, heedless of the words and actions of knights. Was the teaching in the order so poor that none had respect for the knights?
Beric's brow was furrowed. He was calm, cold, staring at the doors. Once they opened, this would begin. This sick twist in the history of the order.
''Admit them.''
Outside waited sin.
A knight had attacked a padawan, drawing upon the dark side of the force, and had the audacity to see no problem with their actions.
The very idea of remorseless use of the darkness was abhorrent to the Grandmaster. Had the order fallen so low that the evil taint of the dark side of the force could take hold?
A padawan had fought against his peers, heedless of the words and actions of knights. Was the teaching in the order so poor that none had respect for the knights?
Beric's brow was furrowed. He was calm, cold, staring at the doors. Once they opened, this would begin. This sick twist in the history of the order.
''Admit them.''