They were leaving. Cole had said nothing the whole trip back, and Dolash was confused. His leg had been bandaged up, and he sat in the back of the ship in silence. Finally, he spoke up.

"Master" he said "What was the purpose of that expedition?"

Cole simply turned, and said "Purpose? Oh, I do not think there was a purpose. What have you learned?"

Dolash thought about this, and replied "That the force requires a lot of concentration, that there's a weird guy in black who attacks people, that there was an installation on Fest for some reason. Not much, really."

"But you did learn some things, right?" said Cole. Dolash nodded. "Well there you go, purpose."

Dolash had no idea what he was talking about, but he decided not to dwell on it for long. After checking the bandages over his leg, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber.