Thrive
"Master K'Nish, ma'am, what are we doing here?"
The blind Jedi pulled a small firepit from her pack, filling the brazier with charcoal and stoking it into flames.
"It's been a rough mission."
"…Yes. Nar Shaddaa is wretched. The whole planet is filled with criminals and scum."
"And yet, there is Light as well."
She pulled out skewers and a container of sausages, jabbing the meat and passing one to her padawan.
"Master?"
"Where there is Dark, there has to be Light. There are good folk here."
"I see. Yes, I suppose so."
"No supposing necessary. We have seen them; in the workers of the spaceports, the markets, those that aid us against the Hutts."
She gave a slight smile and lifted her sausage skewer, "Especially the ones that sold us these."
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