Per my new standard, this thread is death enabled for participants
Varyn was doing Varyn things. Sitting in the library watching and rewatching duels between Jedi and Jedi, Sith and Sith, Jedi and Sith, Jedi and pirates, Sith and Echani, and just about anything else he could get his hands on. Maybe there was some part of him thinking that if he kept looking at these and making himself better, he wouldn't have to think anymore about how he had been absolutely ripped a new one by the First Blade of Dromuund Kaas. How he'd been told that he'd never serve as a Blademaster.
He slammed a fist down on the table for a moment, drawing a few looks from other individuals in the library before he went back to his work.
On the bright side, this was work he enjoyed. Even if he wouldn't be a Blademaster, he was going to become a master at dueling. It was only practical with the way the Jedi and Sith warred against each other.
He glanced up after a moment, his frustration melting away as he saw Vahliri approaching and a smile pulling at his mouth.
Hey! he said excitedly, motioning to one of the other chairs at his table. What brings you to the archives? he asked.
He slammed a fist down on the table for a moment, drawing a few looks from other individuals in the library before he went back to his work.
On the bright side, this was work he enjoyed. Even if he wouldn't be a Blademaster, he was going to become a master at dueling. It was only practical with the way the Jedi and Sith warred against each other.
He glanced up after a moment, his frustration melting away as he saw Vahliri approaching and a smile pulling at his mouth.
Hey! he said excitedly, motioning to one of the other chairs at his table. What brings you to the archives? he asked.