<strong>Quen</strong><br/><br/>The Weequay master came into the great hall after his meal.  He'd decided to hold court, as it were, in the open today.  Any of the few students he had could find him there.  Not that many ever did, history not being the favourite subject of most of the younger members.  All taken in by the flashy effects and abilities, he supposed.  Never realizing the painstaking reconstruction of tradition that was being undertaken to remind eevryone of a time when the Order had been respected and just.<br/><br/>Lost in his thoughts, Quen sat on a window seat overlooking the new Senate building a mile or more away.