<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>Making friends<br/><br/>Cinjin reached up to touch Zora's fingers.   "Thank you," was all he said.  He had less difficulty ignoring her state of undress than most; his Force sight saw through many things, clothing among them.  He was aware of texture and a few other elements of the cloth but colour and, in fact, opacity were lost on him.<br/><br/>Zora, like all her species, was a hunter.  That didn't make her a killer.  There was a difference.  He believed her when she said she would seek a peaceful solution, if one could be found.  He wondered if he could be counted on to kill, if there was no alternative.  He hoped he would never have to find out.<br/><br/><em>The greatest weapon is the one that never has to be used.  The greatest warrior is the one who achieves victory without fighting.  It is better to heal than to harm but surgeons must inflict terrible wounds in order to heal.  Perhaps that is what we are being called upon to do.</em><br/><br/>