Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170125023531/@comment-26444332-20170131223632

'I hope I shall not be.'

The skiff slows, and comes to a stop within the city.

'Come, let us disembark,' she says, brushing past him, her lightsaber's hilt slipping back into her sleeve. 'You have a match to prepare for.'