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"Ah, yes," exclaimed Dag Han. "You were always fond of Space Saffron. That I remember. Aren’t we joining as a faction this year?"
Blang replied flatly, "No. There’s no one left who can prepare what I desire." But then his voice grew livelier. "Still, I remember how I looked forward to the tournament. I was unmatched for years—bringing back fame, loot, as if I’d hauled in all the gold in the galaxy..."
As Blang spoke, Dag Han detected movement behind him. His rear camera zoomed in on the hall entrance. There, peeking through a crack in the door, Quaslan and Tennoc stood entranced.
Had him a mouth left, Dag Han would have smiled to himself.
Blang grew more impassioned, "...the Space Saffron could win you new allies with a single meal. And winning the tournament proved your faction’s supremacy. -I- was supreme. Am I boring you, Dag Han?"
The twins vanished. Caught off guard, Dag Han refocused. "Yes, Captain!" he said, not having heard the question.
But Blang's fire had dimmed. "It doesn’t matter anymore," he said. "Aside from a few old memories, the only thing that still interests me is what Photssh told me: someone brought a speeder built with Uplifter tech at the Tournament. I’m organizing a mission to steal it. I want to study it."
"Oh," Dag Han replied, distracted, "I'm sure Quaslan and Tennoc are already on their way to Crocus."
Blang blinked. "Really? They know about the speeder?"
"Yes," said Dag Han.
"Are you certain?"
Dag Han wasn’t. He was thinking about the soup again.
"Absolutely!"
