A lone man stood on the side of the street, holding his hands out to any who passed by. He was desperate. Dressed in rags he looked little more than a beggar, and his disposition did little to suggest otherwise. Nonetheless he still reached out, still held hope. "The king of Kheedar has gone mad with power. He abuses us, his subjects. He pays us scraps. When we tried to resist peacefully, he turned to violence. It's been months since I've been home, I fear the worst. Please, help me, help us. I don't know where to go, who to ask. Please, don't leave us to such a cruel fate."
He didn't give up. Anyone that passed him by he would ask, ever hopeful that perhaps someone would point him towards a Jedi, towards anyone who could help him and his people.
Will you help him?
He didn't give up. Anyone that passed him by he would ask, ever hopeful that perhaps someone would point him towards a Jedi, towards anyone who could help him and his people.
Will you help him?
