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Posted September 8, 2013
He sits cross-legged, a cube of maroon rock hovering before him. His grey cortosis mask is on, blackness where the eye-sockets are. His lightsaber rests beside him, the cortosis-durasteel hilt a featureless cylinder. His black cloak lays arrayed around him.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.