<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Zora_Norne.jpg)</div><strong>Zora Norn</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OEZPuhJNihBqeYWpgnWsx7KY_t_w8Lb8Z-bUVoVBhtw/edit)<br/><br/>Zora Norn stood at respectful attention throughout the briefing.  The nightmares had been hard on her, and she breathed evenly as they spoke, as if preparing herself for a hunt.  The shapely togruta girl usually wore an outer robe over her scanty hunting gear out of deference to some of the more body-shy cultures she encountered.  This morning, she hadn't gotten it on before being called in.  The outer robe was still draped over her right arm.<br/><br/>Zora stepped up to Cinjin and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.  “None of us are bloodthirsty here, Cinjin.  If a non violent solution presents itself, you know you can count on me to take it, just as I know I can count on to draw your blade in defense of the innocent when there is no alternative.”<br/>