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(Quick translation: Con: short for Confident / Ensin: variation of the Latin word Ensis which means sword.)

CON

“Hello, Brave Counsel,” she said, bowing slightly. Brave Counsel? Con wondered. “I am Leana, daughter of Nithel.”

Con could tell that she was nervous, as her eyes kept darting back and forth over the place. And on top of that, Con could sense her fear. A path to Dark Side, that is…

“Nithel?” Someone nearby stammered. “Nithel, son of Father – you’re – ?!”

Con whipped around, pulling out his lightsaber, but not igniting it. He turned to face two people handcuffed together, and being corralled by a third guy.

“You’re the eldest then! Um, I mean…I…” He said before his brain apparently cut out.

Con watched all the proceedings with wonder. Who was Nithel? What was going on?!?!?

Reaching up, Con removed his helmet. His face was kind, but hardened by war. A small beard covered his angular lower jaw. His deep blue eyes spoke of battle after battle.

Tucking his helmet under his left arm, he looked at Leana.

”Would you please tell me what this place is if you know?” He asked politely.