Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.
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Qui-Gon pushed his way through the crowd, but he couldn't seem to get to the old man. Finally the crowd began to disperse and Qui-Gon could plainly see the boy and the old man over by a sand speeder. He walked up to them.
"Hello," he said, unsure how to start the conversation. Ben seemed not to notice him, but Anakin turned.
"Hi," said Anakin. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk with Mr..." he trailed off.
"Just Ben is fine," said the old man, straightening. "Where are your companions?"
"My..." Qui-Gon winced. "I left them in the marketplace." Ben grunted.
"You'd best get back to them. Things aren't nearly as bad here as when I first came, but you're still running the risk of them being taken by slavers." Qui-Gon's eyebrows shot up.
"Slavers?" he said.
"You should get back to your ship, too. There's a sandstorm coming."
"A sandstorm?"
"How can you tell, Ben?" said Anakin excitedly. Ben smiled.
"You know very well how I can tell."
"He doesn't," said Anakin, jabbing a thumb in Qui-Gon's direction.
"He doesn't need to. Now come along, Anakin. We have to get back home before the sandstorm hits."
"When will it hit?" said Qui-Gon. Ben lifted his blind eyes toward the sky.
"In about half a standard hour," he said. Qui-Gon bit his bottom lip.
"We can't get back to our ship in time." Ben muttered under his breath.
"Fine," he said. "Come with us." Anakin pumped his fist in the air then turned to Qui-Gon.
"He can tell when it'll hit 'cause he's a wizard." Qui-Gon's mouth hung open and Ben groaned again.