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Despite his small frame, Aran ate with the vigor of the young and fast-metabolizing. If anything, the injuries and rigors of war seemed to have increased his appetite. Whatever the reason, his double portion was quickly disappearing in a series of small, neat bites. His staff he had laid on the ground under his feet, parallel to the length of the table.

Hamelin heads over to the mess hall for a late meal. It was a busy day of battle. Getting shot up while trying to protect innocents. This time, he hands the section of Gand food. He frowns a little bit at the humanized Gand food but at least they were trying. He spots one of his fellow Jedi and approaches with his tray of food. <Waha>
"Good evening. May I join you fellow Jedi? Apologies I forgot your name."

Aran finished the latest bite he had repeating blastered in to his mouth, and smiled. "Of course, Knight Hamelin." He made a small but encompassing gesture with his utensil, indicating any of the empty seats. "I am Padawan Aran Enfas."

Hamelin nods his head in thanks and takes a seat. He carefully slides some of the food into his maw past his respirator before pushing it back into place. He chews his food a bit before he replies.
"You have my thanks Padawan Enfas. We met briefly before but I am glad to see that you are doing well. How are you finding the battle so far?'

Aran gave a small smile. "My Masters sent me here to learn what I could from the chaos of war. I have learned much, although I am more machine now that when I started." He tapped his cybernetic leg with his utensil, making a tink tink sound. "It was hard to get around, at first. I guess you could say that I came here a member of the Order, but if not for this prosthetic, I would be..." he adjusted his sunshades with one hand, "a lay man."

<Tweek> Hamelin starts to reply and then chuckles awkwardly.
"Fear not. You will get used to it soon. Oh... that was a joke. Ha ha ha. Does your master have a good sense of humour then?"

Aran became serious. "The Masters are wise, and strong in the Force. They have provided me with much guidance." He nodded. "And they laugh at my jokes." He tilted his head. "Who was your master?"

<Treek> Hamelin answers with a nod.
"My master is master Ghuse Vall. He is rather old and cranky. No sense of humour. Though he is very proficient in the Force."