Nory (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=666740)<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AnbOZ9J.png)</div><br/>Nory wasn't sure whether to be insulted or not by the General's comment. "No, sorry. I'm afraid I'm a genetic abomination. Arkanian and something else, probably Human," she said lightly, holding up her hand to show off the five fingers, rather than the typical Arkanian three. Tinkering with genetics seemed to be something of a hobby for some of the worse elements of the Arkanian science community, she'd learned in her reading years ago.<br/><br/>She took a seat on the opposite side of the table from the pair, settling herself down carefully. She hoped, if the food wasn't prearranged, that something on the menu would be recognizable to her. This place was certainly fancier than any other place she'd eaten at.<br/><br/>She mostly ignored the General's comment about the families of the other two padawans. It was unusual for a Jedi to know their family, and was sometimes a touchy subject. She herself had never gathered the courage to ask Master Emell if he knew what her family's last name had been, since it wasn't on his official report. Or if they'd even had one. If either Jekin or Kailen wanted to talk about their family, they would bring it up. And seeing as Kailen hadn't ever brought it up with her, and had in fact spent at least as long with the Jedi as she had, she doubted he actually remembered anything about them.<br/><br/>The arrival of the waiter with another chair and the menus brought her concern about the food up again. She flipped through the options, scanning the choices while trying to keep an ear on the conversation. She finally spotted something she recognized and had even tried before, although in a<em>much</em>simpler dish. A canesh icefish, with some side pieces she didn't recognize at all but was willing to try. Recalling a vague conversation she'd had years ago with some senator's aide, she cast a quick glance at Merryn.<em>She did say to have fun.</em>She gave a shrug and made up her mind, ordering a glass of one of their green wines to go with it. The aide had been quite the fan of wines, and had gone on for some length about the topic, while Merryn had done something important. Somehow, his mention of green and fish had stuck in her head.<br/><br/>That taken care of, she answered the General. "Well, as Jedi we have a duty to defend those who cannot defend themselves. The Mandalorians threaten countless innocents. We've tried convincing the Council of this, but they're overly concerned about aggression. They don't see that we don't want to attack the Mandalorians for adventure, or out of anger.  They just continuously advocate patience, while people are dying." She shook her head, her expression and tone somber. "We've tried to convince others as well, but it was becoming more and more clear that something more was needed."