Tatooine
Outer Rim Territories
Grid Coordinates: R-16
Mos Espa
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Cantina doors raced to the side as patrons moved into the establishment. A foggy haze surged out every time that cantina door opened. Drunkards, thieves, and criminals all alike mingled with no care in the galaxy. A hooded man followed the crowd into that foggy den most considered a home away from home. His clothes were draped about him in a way that did not flatter his now boney frame. Hair poked out of the side of his hood, it was a mess. He looked sickly, like the man hardly took care of himself.
Overlooking the crowd of misfits, his silver eyes expanded. A shadow of what he used to see in his past life appeared before him. The foggy blur of smoke came to him once again. This smoke unlike that created by the patrons, only the man could see how it clung to every living thing within this room. Though, it was now faint to him, he still clung to it like a child clings on to its favorite childhood toy. The man knew it was always there, but hardly reached out to touch it anymore. He only called upon it when absolutely necessary. By the look of his skinny frame, it could be a necessity today.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The once distinguished prince was now a shadow of what he used to be.
(To Be Continued.)