<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Vakier.jpg)</div><strong>Xal'Drexel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247932.msg12261277#msg12261277)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hit Points   31/31</div></div><br/>"Morning Josset," Xal'Drexel's smile wasn't the most relaxed either.  Not every humanoid knew how to read a blood carver's smile.  Their beaky muzzels were so long, it was hard too see any smile they offered as anything but a wild grin or a feral baring of teeth.  He pondered the young human's comment for a moment, then shook his head softly, "On Batorine, failures and victories are traditionaly shared with an entire social unit, but that is not master Luke's way.  Besides, if we were to be chastised as a comunity, there'd be a more comprehensive group here."  He glanced down at Josset's armor, then offered a more relaxed smile--and soothing.  The miraluka might notice his aura easing as his degree of serenity and confdience increased.  "I'm sure for a summons like this, they're more pleased to see us all here promptly than they would be to see us arive in uniform."<br/><br/>"Perhaps we should find a way to disolve a bit of the tension..."<br/><br/>Before he could act on that thouhgt, Master Luke stepped forewadrs to adress them.  Xal turned his full attention to Luke's speach.<br/><br/>Xal nodded thoughtfully.  He apreciated that Master Luke had been so forthright with them.  Fine speeches certainly had their place, but a plain spoken objective was far more useful to them in this circumstance.  He stood breathing regularly for several moments as reactions began to filter throguh.  He couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the lovely red shade of Master LeHane's hair.  As he became more accustomed to the humanoid form, that particular trait proved increasingly atractive to him.  Lekku as well, and the horns of zabrak.  Perhaps it was simply the alieness of them.<br/><br/>After a moments consideration, he moved gracefully across the room and touched Sasea on the shoulder.  "It seems the Force itself places a great deal of faith in us," he said softly.  "Perhaps we should aim to start with a good impression?  Youth Campers on Batorine pair up to assist each other in preparing for time in the field--a tradition they learned from the military.  Let me help you pack, and then you can help me.  We'll each ensure that the other isn't forgetting anything crucial.  We cna sugest that others pair up and try something similar."