<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Purple%20andBlack_zpsucqavhib.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cinjin Race<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Assembly Hall<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Speaking up<br/><br/>"Masters?"<br/><br/>Cinjin waited until most of the summoned students had left before he approached Katarn and LeHane.  Even among the Jedi he was considered introspective.  For him to speak up at all uninvited was unusual.  "You said that our role was to tell the Republic where to shoot.  In my vision, weapons were useless against the creature.  Perhaps it was an indication that we were to seek solutions that do not involve combat."  His voice was soft and the words were oddly accented.  He'd grown up with Ithorian as a second language and it had left an indelible mark on his Basic, a language he hadn't started learning until he was four.<br/><br/>His words were hardly surprising.  Although he showed promise with a lightsaber, Cinjin was clearly a pacifist, more often than not only igniting his blade when the attack was already underway.  He was making considerable progress as a healer and had requested on more than one occasion permission to seek out additional training in that field.  It was rare to see him without a first aid kit or something more substantial and many of the younger trainees had already discovered that he was a discrete source of bandages.<br/><br/>