Raen struggled out of his sleep as a tingling pain crawled up his back. Propping himself upright, Raen glanced about, happy to see the hovercraft approaching Javyar’s Cantina. Sighing, he glanced at Selias and Tsata to ensure they were okay before returning his attention to himself. He had picked up both of his lightsabers before he fled Phofol Bridge, so he did not have to worry about leaving something behind. The minor burns he had acquired from scalding blaster fire and his own flame-based attack had subsided now–they were only dark mementos on his skin–and they were almost painless. Ranval allowed the vehicle to ease toward the front door of Javyar’s Cantina, where the Rodian bouncer still sat, alert as ever, watching the Beks unload their precious cargo.