SWTOR RP: Realsaa Epilogue
SCENE 1: NIRSIL CITY, REALSAA, EXT. DAY
Atmosphere: Tranquil, distant crowds are heard from a more secluded area in the city.
Ijaat Alnin places a lightsaber at the head of a recently buried grave, kneeling before it. He takes a shaky breath and exhales deeply, running his hand down over his face.
IJAAT:
Safe journeys, my friend.
He turns to the sound of Baritin and Tasmin Redbreak approaching. Standing, he turns to face them.
BARITIN:
You performed the burial yourself?
IJAAT:
Yeah, I uh... I know cremation is tradition, but Master Nar always wanted to become one with the Force AND the soil when he died. He always wanted to rest somewhere beautiful when the war was over. (LOOKS AROUND BRIEFLY AND GRINS) I think Realsaa will do all right.
TASMIN:
He w…