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[countofserenno]

There's an old Jedi in the Bar. He's sitting at a table, pondering...whatever he's pondering. Whatever it is, it must be deep, though...and he could probably use a break from this deep pondering.

Any takers?

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[last_master]

And it's that kid who knows him. "Master Dooku." Respectful bow. "What concerns weigh you down this evening, may I ask?"

[countofserenno]

Dooku nods in return. He'd bow if he wasn't sitting, but barstools make bowing a bit difficult. "Oh, nothing too terribly important. Bruck stepped back through the door to go home for a little bit, and..."

Rather suddenly, Dooku is looking at the door as it opens, and a very upset teenager comes through.

I knew that bad feeling I had wasn't the Force playing a joke, but now I know where it was coming from...

And Dooku immediately stands up. "And I think my bad feeling just proved itself valid."

[last_master]

Obi-Wan follows him over to where Bruck has just come in.