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Kothar had just finished up a training session with a practise dummy at the Sith Academy on Korriban. He walked through the corridors to his quarters so he could tighten his sewing, his left arm was hanging slightly off his body, so he needed to sort that out.

As he wondered, however, he ended up bumping into a fellow student at the academy. However, as always, he wasn't in a pleasant mood. Bumping into her also may have caused his already coming apart stitching to loosen more, now leaving his arm dangling.


"Watch it! It's hard enough to tighten the stitches with one arm. It's even harder if you knock the whole thing loose!"

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Eira Dyn Eira Dyn
 
Outfit: Training Garb
Equipment: Daggers, vibro-sword and blaster pistol.
Tag: Kothar Spitesewn Kothar Spitesewn

Eira was thinking to herself about some new combat moves and how to use her daggers more effectively when fighting. She was aiming to be a deadly assassin that struck fear into others. Working from the shadows and organising the death and destruction of those who dared to stand in her way. All the while, avoiding the fact no one would see her true identity, know who she was.

That was the desire once she was no longer an apprentice. For now, she was forced to train. Work. Study. Keeping gruelling hours and solving even tough piles of paperwork.

Her thoughts had Eira not too focused on her walking, enjoying the fact she was lost in her thoughts and what she could conspire to become and what she would do. Then something, someone, bumped into her. The mood from the other person was rude and caused her to raise a perfectly sculptured eyebrow.

"If I were a being capable of breaking from the smallest of bumps, I would be the one who try to be more careful how I walked." Eira stated in a dry, humourless tone. She was not being told off by a being who appeared to struggle to keep an arm on. "Something to think about since you seem so fragile. Would be a shame if someone torn to shreds to create a jacket if you dare to cross them again."
 

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