Tyr was awakened by a faint stir within the Force. Before he'd fallen asleep he had been meditating and thinking about the Force, and how it all made sense now. Those feelings he'd always felt. The way he'd persuaded his captors to let him go. How he knew there were two men headed for the Outlander's Club that night, and they'd turned out to be Trych and Raez.
All this time, he'd been getting prompts from the Force itself, essentially guiding him in his actions. But now he would learn how to guide it, to master it... and ultimately control it, wielding it like a weapon; and he definitely would.
He rose and threw on a tunic, and a cloak he'd found in the closet. It wasn't like his, but it'd have to do. He walked to his door and peered out, catching a glimpse of that gorgeous girl that tried to kill him.
She's weak. Explains the faint stir I got. Yet, she bested me. That won't happen again. Not like that at least.
Tyr slipped out of his door and crept along, following. He thought maybe he could ask her a few questions, and of course, use his negotiation skills and score a private sparring session perhaps.
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