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Revan is not supposed to be in Milliways. He is supposed to be waiting for Kira on the planet he has been stuck on for the past seven months. But he cannot help it that the door into the local tavern leads instead to Milliways and he cannot help it that Milliways can provide the same lunch (if not better) that he was going to be getting at the tavern.

And so, smelling and looking much like one does after working on a farm for several hours in the sweltering heat, Revan hesitates on the threshold before letting the door close behind him as he steps further in. He heads straight for Bar, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, and settles at the counter, ordering up a nerfsteak and a beer.

He'll only be around as long as it takes for him to finish the lunch, but he's botherable in the mean time.