Andúril
Jun 29th, 2004, 01:22:21 PM
Andúril walked into the hall and looked around him. It surprised him how little the place had changed since he was last here a few years ago. He recognised some of the faces still, though they were changed somehow, more wise perhaps.
He wasn't sure if his old room had been filled. But after a few enqiries, he discovered that it wasn't. He thought for a moment and decided to have a look at it later. He was most eager to resume the training he was forced to lay aside, though for the moment he was at a bit of a loss. He didn't really know where to begin. So much was different. He stood in the hall, with the few posessions he had lightly slung over his shoulder, and, of course, his precious lightsabres which he never let out of his sight.
He wasn't sure if his old room had been filled. But after a few enqiries, he discovered that it wasn't. He thought for a moment and decided to have a look at it later. He was most eager to resume the training he was forced to lay aside, though for the moment he was at a bit of a loss. He didn't really know where to begin. So much was different. He stood in the hall, with the few posessions he had lightly slung over his shoulder, and, of course, his precious lightsabres which he never let out of his sight.