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|s2_text =It was Dorjelang's first day at the Galactic Bazaar.

All his life, he felt adrift in a vast sea of people -- Without direction, without a place to belong.

After hauling five boxes of goods for a shopkeeper at the street corner, it suddenly occured to him that everyone here was so small, and he was incredibly strong in comparison... [italics] Maybe ... I can actually help them? [end of italics]

The revelation filled him with unprecedented joy and the urge to act, but he must stay calm. A slight turn of his body was enough to send someone flying...

Mmmooo? Wasn't someone here just now?

After wight victims, six cracked chairs, four shattered steps, and three flattened billboards, all eyes were trained on him with terror.

He spent all his money making amends, then hurried through every intersection, anxiously avoiding anyone who came too close. Finally, he found a quiet corner to settle in. Crouching down, he took a deep breath and reminded himself to exersize more self-restraint.

When he lifted his head again, he realized the was at a high point in the bazaar.

Following the sound of music, he saw cheerful crowds, lively stages, and a shimmering magician's tent below...

This place probably isn't right for him...

Dorjelang scratched his head nervously and shook it. No, it wasn't about fitting in. He left home to find his buddy and bring him back.

Dorjelang looked at the stage again as another group of laughing performers took their turn. This was the world of dreams and aspirations that his buddy lived in. Would he ever want to return with him at all?

Lost in thought, Dorjelang found himself drawn in closer to the stage. The mesmerizing lights kept shifting, and no one noticed when one of the light poles started to wobble.

He instinctively caught the falling pole, but when he turned around, he saw countless fearful, confused eyes staring at him, as if trying to see right through his otherness.

In this world, he could easily destroy everything with a slight movement of his hand.

His turquoise beads, horned barbaric hat, towering build, and thunderous voice... everything about him struck fear in others.

He realized that being powerful and mighty wasn't something to be proud of after all.

Frightened by their fear, Dorjelang fled in panic, accidentally bumping into something as he ran...

Amidst the rising dust,dizzy and disoriented, Dorjelang saw a massive figure approaching. He could barely contain his excitement at the prospect of meeting someone like himself.

The dust settled, but Dorjelang didn't see anyone.

"Tsk! Tsk tsk! Who?! Who broke down the walls of my workshop?..."

Dorjelang looked down and saw a little one wearing a white feather scarf. She looked up at him judgingly.

"You again?"

Dorjelang kept his serious face as he pondered how someone so little could exude such immense presence. The lengthy silence between them irritated the smaller one, and she jumped up and smacked Dorjelang right on his head.

"Who are you trying to bluff with that hat? I'll give you credit for helping with the light pole, but now you've got to pay for my walls!"

The smack snapped Dorjelang out of it. He adjusted his hat and bowed humbly as he patted his chest.

"This is my fault, and I'll take responsibility!" he said.

This was Dorjelang's first day at the Galactic Bazaar.

It was also the day he first met Master Sparrok, and Surprisingly, he didn't need to become stronger. He just needed to appear more approachable.

That's when he took off the fierce looking hat of his and changed how he interacted with and saw the world around him, starting with working to pay off the damage he'd caused.

He came here for a reason... but he couldn't remember what.

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