The Restorer
Roman, his gaze lingering off the balcony to the ballroom scene below, felt a hint of loneliness despite the vibrant atmosphere. He missed Anneliese, her laughter, her warm embrace, and the way her hand felt in his. The thought of her, training far away among the stars, added a bittersweet note to the evening. He sipped his shimmering blue drink, the cool liquid a temporary balm to the ache in his chest. He watched as a small group of familiar faces entered the hall, a few fellow Padawans he'd trained with, and a couple of Masters he recognized.
His attention drifted back to conference floor as a Twi'lek Jedi Healer approached his table. The Healer introduced himself with a friendly smile, his voice carrying a soft, melodious tone. They exchanged pleasantries, discussing the beauty of Dantooine and the purpose of the gathering. Roman, ever the inquisitive Padawan, learned that the Healer excelled in this path, a path that had sparked Roman's curiosity in the past. They exchanged contact information, a promise of future discussions hanging in the air.
As the Twi'lek Healer rejoined his companions, Roman found himself feeling slightly less isolated. But the comfort was fleeting. The longing for Anneliese returned, intensified by the constant drinks.
Suddenly a heavy hand on his back nearly had him choking on his drink. Master Vanagor, a towering figure of immense strength moved through the room. Roman, startled but grinning, raised his glass toward the imposing Jedi Master. The drink, a welcome and calming distraction, slid down his throat with ease, and he immediately grabbed another from a passing waiter. The evening was far from over, and Roman was ready to see who else would show up.
