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[OOMs: En-route to the Star Forge, Unexpected Detours, Crash Landings and Making Plans, Rakata Prime (Part I), Rakata Prime (Part II), Rakata Prime (Part III), Rakata Prime (Part IV), A Warning from the Force, The Temple of the Ancients, and Atop the Temple.]
Revan hesitates on the threshold when the door opens and doesn't lead to the Ebon Hawk as it's supposed to. He doesn't know if he wants to be here right now, he's not in the greatest of moods, and they're so close to the Star Forge. But he takes another step forward and another and then he’s wandering over to the Bar, letting his feet carry him.
After all that had happened, he could use a few minutes to clear his head before jumping into the next battle. He orders some milk to drink and along with it appears a note that he's quick to read.
"'Don't worry'?" He raises an eyebrow. "Right." He sighs, rubbing at his eyes and folding up the note before tossing it back on the counter where it disappears as soon as it hits the wood. And then he carries his drink over to one of the booths and slumps down into the seat. He'll leave in a couple of hours.
Revan hesitates on the threshold when the door opens and doesn't lead to the Ebon Hawk as it's supposed to. He doesn't know if he wants to be here right now, he's not in the greatest of moods, and they're so close to the Star Forge. But he takes another step forward and another and then he’s wandering over to the Bar, letting his feet carry him.
After all that had happened, he could use a few minutes to clear his head before jumping into the next battle. He orders some milk to drink and along with it appears a note that he's quick to read.
"'Don't worry'?" He raises an eyebrow. "Right." He sighs, rubbing at his eyes and folding up the note before tossing it back on the counter where it disappears as soon as it hits the wood. And then he carries his drink over to one of the booths and slumps down into the seat. He'll leave in a couple of hours.