<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>Noting the silence in the room, Torven smiled at Fierash as the other students filed in.  "Fierash . . . toss me that short sword back there, the slightly curved one, if you would," he called, "And please get Ms. Tepetson one of the communal 'sabers."<br/><br/>The Jedi stepped to the middle of the practice area and made sure there was plenty of room around him.  "Ms. Tepetson, if you please . . ."  He'd decided it was a good time to teach an important lesson.  Maybe she'd actually learn something about underestimating people for once.  Probably not, but he could hope.