[i]"You will be assigned to Master Kratyan, congratulations Padawan Sor-Jan."[/i]

Despite the lesson, or perhaps [i]in[/i]spite of it, the words immediately lit a smile upon the young Anzati's face. His arrogance was not so summarily dismissed, particularly not when it was so well rewarded as it had been now. It was an invitation to grow more powerful. And if events of the last several days had taught the Anzati anything, it was the value of [i]power[/i]. Kraytan, the Jedi he was to be apprenticed to, had endured blaster bolts raining down on his body. To channel that kind of energy, [i]that[/i] was power. Real power. And a mystery, one that the youngling was very much interested in unraveling. 

As the Cathar sentinel turned her attention to the young Nautolan, Zak merely inclined his head. "As you wish, Master," the boy answered obediently. A rote response, generated through repetition and expectation rather than honest regard for her words. Zak still felt uncertain of himself. But one thing was certain, he hoped to have a different teacher than Sor-Jan.

His Anzati [i]friend[/i] seemed different now. Zak wasn't certain just what or how, but he didn't like it.