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“I can’t believe that Master Luke trained on a planet like this,” Caydren murmurs, two brown eyes set towards the horizon. “You’d think we’re in the middle of Basic Training for a militia.” He carries his pack with him and heads up the trail.
His boots may sink in the mud, but the Drallian is giving one of the biggest smiles he can manage.
“At least there’s plants, Jaina.”





















