Oren had made it to Ruul a few days earlier, The Centennial Convor stowed away in a small resort town. Dressed like a smuggler, the Knight simply blended in, enjoying the waves and the drinks. He tried a few times to flirt with a few different patrons over the past day, but had little success. He figured it was a sign from the force that it wasn't likely meant to be. He was planning on leaving the next day, but a few drinks at the beach side cantina couldn't hurt. With his feet kicked back and a drink in hand, Oren dreaded returning back to all of his duties. Passion, yet serenity.. He'd remind himself.
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