Laira Darkhold
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Mandalore, home of the ancient warrior culture of the Mandalorians. They had not always smiled upon those that were sensitive to the Force, but in more recent times they had changed their minds. They now included Force Sensitive warriors among their ranks, and welcomed them from what I knew. I was still without a clan, but I was not without a purpose. I had already began to sell the Mandalorians arms and armors, vehicles and equipment as well. They wore their clanskin with pride, but it had been surpassed in recent times. Mainly by my company. Now I had a different purpose. I sought Knowledge. Knowledge is Power, and those without it die slow at the hands of their enemies, those with it survive and pass into legend. If I was going to be able to protect my love I needed that knowledge. Already I had reached out to several other Masters. Now it is about meeting them, learning from them, mastering their craft as much as they had. It took a village to train a Master, and I lived by that sentiment. If you did not adapt, you will perish. Such is the Law of the Jungle.
Now I approached the home of [member="Anastasia Rade"] a Master who lived on Mandalore who could teach me to heal people, a skill I had had used on me, but not one I used or trained myself. It would not hurt to learn it. Especially since the odds were I could use it.
Now I approached the home of [member="Anastasia Rade"] a Master who lived on Mandalore who could teach me to heal people, a skill I had had used on me, but not one I used or trained myself. It would not hurt to learn it. Especially since the odds were I could use it.