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[death_gone_mad]

After a hearty breakfast, Amascut Sarah begins the day's work by making several trips through the front door and to her own world and returning with wooden crates full of clay pots and jugs, and a few crates of glass vials. Her destination isn't the bar itself but the archery practice range behind the bar.

The reason for this becomes apperant after she stops bringing crates to the range. She picks out a nice, solid target from the range and a clay pot out of a crate, takes aim, and tosses the pot at the target. Satisfyingly, the pot shatters against it. She picks out a jug next, and it also has a violent encounter with the target.

What? It is good to stay in practice.

Later, because it is still chilly out in the faux-Scottish environ, one of the crates gets turned into a cheery little campfire.

Feel free to join in, there are plenty of breakable things to hurl.

[Also, feel free to catch and stop her at any point during this narrative, if that is your wish. :) Just say when]

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[the_force_abides]

Korvas has seen many things used as improvised weapons before but never has he seen anyone practicing with what he is assuming are to be improvised weapons.

[death_gone_mad]

Hmmm.

Well, the man that just walked up doesn't look like the type that will just stand and let a flying jug hit him. She picks a jug and flips it upside down, perhaps to show that it is empty, and turns it right side up.

"Do you wish to join me?" she asks as she lobs the jug at him underhanded in a lazy, easy arch.

Appearances can be deceiving, and she's curious.

[the_force_abides]

Korvas catches the jug easily enough. He examines it before shrugging and stepping forward.

"An odd weapon to practice," he comments as he casually scans her with the Force. He's already met one Sith here and while that has worked out well enough, it doesn't mean it couldn't go badly another time.

[death_gone_mad]

Through that scan he should feel something akin to the living Force, but dark, turbulent, and deep. A power that tempts and hungers to feast on the tempted. She hides her power well at home, but not well enough to be non-threatening to those sensitive to such power. Here? She has less motivation to hide and bigger doubts that her way of hiding is effective. Still, she tries.

If she knows what he's doing, she doesn't let on. She just smiles, seemingly at the fact that he caught the jug. It might become useful information. "It is an inefficient weapon most of the time, but you don't always have the best tool for the job readily available. But I am doing it mostly for entertainment." She picks out a glass vial and throws it at the target, where it shatters.