Night 36 - Pharmacy
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Opening the door, Qui-Gon cast his glowrod about the room. He moved slowly, conserving his energy - opening the lock hadn't been as tiring as he had expected and he supposed his brush with death last night might have increased his sensitivity for the time being. Even so, he wouldn't needlessly push himself if he could help it. His Earthian flashlight flickered but he got a decent enough glimpse of the room: tall shelves loaded with boxes with what he assumed where medical supplies, a cart in one corner, in the other a desk.
The Jedi Master stepped to the side to let Leon in, his robes whispering on the floor as he moved. Qui-Gon couldn't sense any imminent danger but he'd learned, especially in Landels, that didn't mean there wasn't trouble incoming. He'd have to be alert, despite what his eyes and the Force told him.
Opening the door, Qui-Gon cast his glowrod about the room. He moved slowly, conserving his energy - opening the lock hadn't been as tiring as he had expected and he supposed his brush with death last night might have increased his sensitivity for the time being. Even so, he wouldn't needlessly push himself if he could help it. His Earthian flashlight flickered but he got a decent enough glimpse of the room: tall shelves loaded with boxes with what he assumed where medical supplies, a cart in one corner, in the other a desk.
The Jedi Master stepped to the side to let Leon in, his robes whispering on the floor as he moved. Qui-Gon couldn't sense any imminent danger but he'd learned, especially in Landels, that didn't mean there wasn't trouble incoming. He'd have to be alert, despite what his eyes and the Force told him.