Morad accepted his reply and began following the clone with wholeheartedness that he might lead them to safety. As they left the old allyway in which dust was still settling, the clone gave Morad a rude remark on his stealth skills with the saber. Of course being the age he was, Morad automatically resented the clone for his critisizm, but thought it best to survive and seek some refuge.

"By the way," he said as they strode farther through the backalleys, beginning to notice a small red footprint, "I don't beleive we've been properly introduced, Morad Aaray."

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