Jaezek, barely moving, stitched and bruised, laid at the foot of his Mistress' bed, hazel eyes glazed, staring into emptiness. Most cultures would consider him a slave, but to Jaezek, this was life. He was born into this lifestyle, raised in this lifestyle, and saw nothing different from this lifestyle. So, when his Mistress had used him to spar with, or rather, practice her latest Force techniques on, he was not surprised, and amazingly, not conflicted. He accepted this in stride as another day where he did good because he was still alive, and still permitted to lay at the foot of his Mistress' bed WITH a blanket underneath his slender, though toned, pale body. Jaezek slowly drifted off to sleep, silent, barely audible breaths escaping his lips. Yes, today was a good day on Rattatak.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>