Now that she'd arrived, Nunki was hungry. She'd skipped out on breakfast on the ship, and boy was that a mistake. At this point she didn't particularly care that she was eating paste. She missed the food from the previous evening, but that would probably be the last time she would eat "normal" food for a long time.
She found herself at a table, in a corner, alone. And that was perfect for her.
_________________ Force Sensitive | Human | Reputation 5 | Republic Accent | Former Prisoner | Short but Average | Short Brown Hair |
Equipment: Concealing robes, handheld comlink, small red box, Shoto Lightsaber
Graduation points: 8 (as of start of D10)
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