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Sylvain arrived at the mess hall a bit later than normal, having been busy right at noon. He was now used to the food again, memories of his party in Dromund Kaas buried under pounds of paste.
Finding a seat by himself he sat down with his Spartan accommodations and began consuming the food that he'd need to keep his body running.
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Force Sensitive | Human | Reputation 8 | Graduation 13 | Imperial Noble | Acolyte | Charming | Baras' Apprentice
Carries: Armored Clothing, Communicator, Lightsaber (Purple), 2x Stimpacks, Survival Kit, Jungle Clothes, Holopad
"The promise given was a necessity of the past: the word broken is a necessity of the present." -Sylvain Torsin
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