Jason watched Val raised the glass and smiled, taking a glass of cider from nearby and taking a drink from it. Taking a seat at a nearby table, he listened to the conversations going on around him half-heartedly. Truth be told, his mind was on other things, like the condition that the survivors of his order were in. They all knew how to put on a strong face, hide their feelings from others, it was an essential tool for blending in with the population of Ruusan, but he hadn't ever gotten to ask anyone what they were really feeling.

[color=SteelBlue][i]I'll have to ask around after tonight, start living up to the reputation our Guardians hold with in our order.[/i][/color] He watched the others interacting amongst everyone and smiled again, softly. This was peae, peace that hadn't existed before because the Jedi had the numbers to enforce their "Only us" outlook. Now, just maybe, they could see that the other Orders weren't a threat.