An elder man, with long white hair and bright blue eyes, clad in a simple shirt and simple pants, sat in a silent empty room. His eyes were shut and it was obvious that he was meditating. Today a new student would arrive, and he would train that student. Quentell had also recently become a council member. He didn't ask, but he was asked, and to him that was a real honor.
After a while, he got on his feet and walked over to a small wooden table. On that table was his black leather jacket and he put it on. Then he put on his belt with the holster that contained the blaster pistol. After that he put on his brown leather gloves and clipped both his sabers to his belt. Then he proceeded down the hall, towards the main hall where he would meet his new apprentice.
After a while, he got on his feet and walked over to a small wooden table. On that table was his black leather jacket and he put it on. Then he put on his belt with the holster that contained the blaster pistol. After that he put on his brown leather gloves and clipped both his sabers to his belt. Then he proceeded down the hall, towards the main hall where he would meet his new apprentice.