Salvor Arnex
Hedge Knight
[member="stardust"] [member="Adan Jax"] [member="Kaia Brin"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Keturah Sin"]
The crowd cheered as Romeo raised Salvor’s arm toward the sky. A kind gesture, but a false one as well. Salvor deserved no adulation and no cheers. He had lost plain and simple, if Romeo had been so inclined he could of killed Salvor. The king’s congratulations also fell on deaf ears. While it was nice to hear his skill was appreciated, Salvor knew better than to be proud of a good effort. “Second place, is just another way to say dead.” The words on the man who trained him were ever present in Salvor’s mind.
Romeo said Salvor needed a “better direction” if he wanted to continue seeing Keturah. Right now Salvor had no direction and no desire to see Keturah. His pride was still wounded. He did not know if he was angry at her for inviting him here, or angry at himself for being bested. Which ever was the case he still felt he could not look at her.
The offer of food was a welcome one. His energy was gone and a good meal would be just what he needed. The questions concerning his age and drinking were another matter.
“I, don’t know.” that was his answer to both questions. He had been a slave as long as he could remember and it wasn’t like Valturla threw him any birthday celebrations. He had been drunk before, after he was awarded his tattoos, the Mandalorian that trained him stayed up and celebrated all night, getting Salvor good and drunk off of wine. He would always remember that night fondly even if he had thrown up and felt terrible the next morning for training. It wasn’t the drinking he liked so much as the relaxed nature and sense of family he had from the Mandalorian.
He was no being congratulated again, this time by the same people who only minutes ago were hoping to see him maimed. It did not feel right and he regard the people and their comments with trepidation. Only one did not offer kind words. They expressed their disappointment in Salvor’s in ability to kill the shadow king. He agreed. But reality was what it was. The young zabrak was not equipped to handle such a task and as such was put in his place. It was humbling and humiliating, yet refreshing all at once.
The crowd cheered as Romeo raised Salvor’s arm toward the sky. A kind gesture, but a false one as well. Salvor deserved no adulation and no cheers. He had lost plain and simple, if Romeo had been so inclined he could of killed Salvor. The king’s congratulations also fell on deaf ears. While it was nice to hear his skill was appreciated, Salvor knew better than to be proud of a good effort. “Second place, is just another way to say dead.” The words on the man who trained him were ever present in Salvor’s mind.
Romeo said Salvor needed a “better direction” if he wanted to continue seeing Keturah. Right now Salvor had no direction and no desire to see Keturah. His pride was still wounded. He did not know if he was angry at her for inviting him here, or angry at himself for being bested. Which ever was the case he still felt he could not look at her.
The offer of food was a welcome one. His energy was gone and a good meal would be just what he needed. The questions concerning his age and drinking were another matter.
“I, don’t know.” that was his answer to both questions. He had been a slave as long as he could remember and it wasn’t like Valturla threw him any birthday celebrations. He had been drunk before, after he was awarded his tattoos, the Mandalorian that trained him stayed up and celebrated all night, getting Salvor good and drunk off of wine. He would always remember that night fondly even if he had thrown up and felt terrible the next morning for training. It wasn’t the drinking he liked so much as the relaxed nature and sense of family he had from the Mandalorian.
He was no being congratulated again, this time by the same people who only minutes ago were hoping to see him maimed. It did not feel right and he regard the people and their comments with trepidation. Only one did not offer kind words. They expressed their disappointment in Salvor’s in ability to kill the shadow king. He agreed. But reality was what it was. The young zabrak was not equipped to handle such a task and as such was put in his place. It was humbling and humiliating, yet refreshing all at once.
