<div class="floatleft">(http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr199/James_Gavin/lady_ardana___updated_by_elfguy-d37ipgc_zpsih4rc8i2.jpg~original)</div><br/><strong>Gasrel N'Toth</strong><br/><br/>Gasrel rose from her seat and followed the other apprentices out into the fresh air. She paused on the exit ramp, then reached up to the sky, arching until her spine felt as though it had clicked back into place. The Twi'lek gave an almost ecstatic sigh and then hopped onto the ground with renewed vigour.<br/><br/>"The cantina sounds like fun, " she agreed, the barest hint of a pout curling her cyan lips. "But I suspect you're right and that 'less is more' under the circumstances."<br/><br/>She toyed with her belt, making sure the disassembled lightsaber was safely stowed in its pouches. Perhaps a concealed sheath would've been more sensible, but Gasrel just chalked that error up to experience. After all, if the consular found herself in a situation where her only recourse was to use her weapon, she would've already failed.<br/><br/>"Well, if I'm not carousing, " Gasrel announced, "I'm going to see what passes for the local shop, if anyone would care to join me?"