Elvish_Jedi

“. . . and from there we came to Ord Mantell, where, well, I came under your custody,” Luis continued, hoping that he didn’t look as wretched as he looked—unshaven for half a week now, in ill-fitting clothes, and his hands bound behind his back. At least they had allowed him the courtesy of ten...

It was like swimming through molasses. His head resounded with a deep, slow pounding which seemed to reach all the way down to chest. “What’s the story with this one?” a voice asked, thin and filtered. “How should I know?” someone responded, scoffing. “Though he was lucky. Most have hardly been...