It had been a busy couple of days for the young knight since arriving on Coruscant. He'd visited the many places of his youth and early days in the Jedi Order, where he as but a little boy used to spend his time either with his master, Asha Seren, or his Umbaran friend by the name of Kära Vi'dreya. In one such place he'd stumbled upon one Jasmine Lancaster, who he found a connection with on an emotional level. Nothing romantic, but more of a bond between brother and sister. She agreed to place herself under his tutelage and leave Coruscant with him and little Nina aboard his ship. After that, Thurion had fought the rioters deep within the bowels of the city, and came out on the other side with no small amount of pain inflicted upon him. That was last night, and tonight he would see Coruscant off for some time. But before then, he felt he needed some refreshment in the form of his favourite drink.
Stepping inside the first place he sees, Thurion was met in the door by a person dressed almost fully in white. He had a... tipsy look on his face, to say the least. This first impression of what kind of place this was made him glad he did not bring his daughter along with him. She had seen enough of the ugly side of people; no need to reinforce her fears of strangers through witnessing the stupid acts of drunkards. The place wasn't too loud nor crowded, and so he took a seat by the bartender who immidiately took his order. "One glass of Coruscant's finest blue milk, please", the knight said aloud, warranting no small amounts of stares from his fellow bar patrons. His back was turned towards the one known as @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], and while the two had met in the past back when he was but a lad, there was a very small chance the former Grandmaster would recognise his face after so many years - nor had Thurion taken notice of him. "Uh... sure, coming right up, mister."
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