Ellyana Ormayne crouched low in the bushes outside the village. Not that Ellyana called it a village. It was just a motley collection of half-a-dozen shacks at the mountain's summit. Still, it dwarfed were Ellyana had grown up. He shook his head and shuffled up, making his way towards a small Uujah-tree, scant metres from the nearest hut. He shivered in excitement, a tingle running through his body. He could feel it. He could taste it on his tongue! The sweet nectar of the Force! Ellyana let slip an involuntory moan of pleasure. He clasped his hand to his mouth. No! He had a job to do.
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