Saran Drast
Templar
Saran stepped out onto the surface of Bothawui, her hands clasped behind her. "Jacobs, stay with the ship. We'll be here only as long as need be." As the man nodded, she walks through the streets. The Sanctum would be nearby, and perhaps a runaway could learn here for a while. Maybe. Just maybe. She wore what was civilian clothing, except for the saber hanging off her belt. The red one, the looted one, she had left on the ship. She didn't need that here. She was here to learn. Hopefully, she wouldn't be attacked.
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