On the River Solleu [Ask/Invite]

[D.C.]

"I had not expected to see you here either, Garev." Quentell responded. "But this cannot be coincidence."

Quentell turned towards Weisheng and said: "This man here is a former apprentice of mine, in case you wonder what's going on," He turned back to Garev. "But I am surprised that you have recognized me. Perhaps you recognized me the same way I have recognized you, through the Force. However, my appearance has changed as you can see. I have grown older, and that scar across my face was caused by some nasty events on Nal Hutta."

OOC: Let Hakim post first, please ^^

 

[Jiang Winters]

[ooc: Sorry for the delay, and the rather lame post that follows.]

Truth be told, Weisheng hadn't been paying attention to the two men. He noted that both were force sensitive, and that they seemed to know one another, but he really was far more interested in getting to the Starfyre and retrieving his glasses. Suddenly, Quentell spoke to him, prompting him to turn his head and look at the two men for a moment. He nodded briefly in understanding, then hurried ahead to the not-so-distant ship. After boarding the vessel - which was rather large for just one man - he hurried to his quarters, found a set of duplicate glasses, plopped them onto the bridge of his nose, and then departed his ship.

He locked the airlock door behind him, then strode back down to the pavement of the landing pad and looked around. He saw Quentell and his apprentice, and found himself tempted to go talk to them, or to listen in. But then, the white-furred male's belly growled fiercely at him. "Oof, okay, I get the message. Time to eat." He muttered as if speaking to his stomach as though it were a sentient entity, one hand clutching over his aching belly. As he found himself torn by the options presented - eat and satiate his hunger, or speak to fellow Force users, one of whom seemed to either be a Jedi or have been one at some point- the Kasa Horansi/Gorvan Horansi hybrid ended up simply standing there, trying to reach some sort of decision that would satisfy both his hunger and his curiosity.

 

[D.C.]

"Now that you mention it, I'm quite hungry as well. We could go for a quick bite, and talk during the eating process or afterwards or whatever, let us at least get some food now." Quentell said and he placed both his hands on his belly, as a sign he was hungry as well.

Yeah, that's right, even Shade Masters need to eat from time to time to satisfy their hunger, although Quentell could use the Force to stop his hunger and thirst for days, like he could use the Force to protect himself against any cold environments. He could even use the Force to control his breath, so he could hold his breath for at least a couple of hours. Quentell was an adept Force User, one who had been excellently trained by one of the Shade Council Members, and then continued to train himself to the full extend.

"So, does anyone know of a good restaurant?" His said and he smirked. Even though he was a Master of his Order, he still had that typical dry sense of humor, and he still spoke informal, and still enjoyed a good meal.

 

[Overseer]

Garev stood still for a moment before he spoke. "I haven't had much of a chance to explore the galaxy..." He paused for a moment glancing at his numerous scars before he spoke again, "All I've known for the last sixteen years are the depths of Coruscant." He knew that a new war had started, but not what had caused it, "Perhaps one or both of you could inform me of the galaxies recent happenings?"