Lasafar put down the cloth he used to polish his armor. He checked his reflection in a steel mirror for any remaining dull spots. He admired himself for a moment, watching how the reflective surfaces of his mask and the mirror seemed to create an infinite number of images of himself.
	Lasafar finally turned away from the mirror and picked up his pack. The Red Star Festival wasn't something one missed without a good reason, even if you were as shy as a De-Matoran. The festival this year was in Fe-Congro this year, the same as the craftsmen's festivals. He hoped that he would see Tekhin, one of his few friends.