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The dark circles around his eyes were getting noticeable. Cedric muttered a curse under his breath as he pulled at the loose skin, his brow furrowing as he tried to recall the amount of sleep he'd gotten in the past week. When the total came through, he decided it was far less than ideal.
Still, the responsibilities he had saddled himself with required his constant attention.
Mand'alor had not seen his side of things, but then again he could not truly blame her. The alliance was far too busy with the imperials on their border to help. He had not even tried reaching out to the Silvers; they had spilled enough of their own blood in their conflict with the Sith. There was no one willing to go on the offensive, and so he took that duty upon himself.
It was times like these that he asked himself whether or not he was the right man to be doing this. Then again, if he did not, then who would? He'd already wasted enough time waiting for someone to rally against the Sith and their Imperial allies - the time for inactivity had passed.
Two individuals had been called to his ancestral home. They were of an unlikely sort; not the mercenaries he'd been dealing with for the past two weeks. One claimed to be a Jedi, or so the records stated. The other was a total mystery to his cyphers, other than a confirmation that he was a non-threat. Anything beyond that knowledge was unknown to Cedric, but then he did not need to know their complete histories to fight alongside them.
The two individuals would be led by armed escort from the Graywall's landing pads to the highest spire in the stronghold. It was there that Cedric awaited them, his fingers steeped as he memorized the cuts and gashes carved into his wooden desk for the thousandth time.
Trust in the Force. It brought them to you.
The knight breathed a quiet sigh, and waited.
[member="Tin'tinag"], [member="Rex Taff"]
Still, the responsibilities he had saddled himself with required his constant attention.
Mand'alor had not seen his side of things, but then again he could not truly blame her. The alliance was far too busy with the imperials on their border to help. He had not even tried reaching out to the Silvers; they had spilled enough of their own blood in their conflict with the Sith. There was no one willing to go on the offensive, and so he took that duty upon himself.
It was times like these that he asked himself whether or not he was the right man to be doing this. Then again, if he did not, then who would? He'd already wasted enough time waiting for someone to rally against the Sith and their Imperial allies - the time for inactivity had passed.
Two individuals had been called to his ancestral home. They were of an unlikely sort; not the mercenaries he'd been dealing with for the past two weeks. One claimed to be a Jedi, or so the records stated. The other was a total mystery to his cyphers, other than a confirmation that he was a non-threat. Anything beyond that knowledge was unknown to Cedric, but then he did not need to know their complete histories to fight alongside them.
The two individuals would be led by armed escort from the Graywall's landing pads to the highest spire in the stronghold. It was there that Cedric awaited them, his fingers steeped as he memorized the cuts and gashes carved into his wooden desk for the thousandth time.
Trust in the Force. It brought them to you.
The knight breathed a quiet sigh, and waited.
[member="Tin'tinag"], [member="Rex Taff"]