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Indeed, the atmosphere was refreshing for Sadr, just like Deiyi said, when he stepped off the ship. Granted, the cat-piss wonderland they came from helped to exemplify that notion. In fact, a small concern for him was how they would smell after two or three days travel in that old clunker. If it was anything like how it was when he arrived at Durasia City...they might have some issues.

But that was only small concerns for the young Stardasher. All the nerves began to tense as they approached a connection with the Dark Side of the force. This one with brown hair and blue eyes held a rather official looking robe and it would seem that he wasn't a combatant. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't someone Sadr should be afraid of. Sure, Deiyi said Sony wouldn't hurt him here, but what about this guy?

Fortunately, he seemed to follow the same motto as he joined the two of them wordlessly. The three of them walked into the temple, where the shift in atmosphere went from tense to awkward. There was no greeting between the two of them, not even so much as a second glance, which was kind of a good thing for Sadr. But it didn't exactly break the ice.

And then two more faces appeared in front of them, easily classified as long term friends and standard trade partners. The one who introduced herself first was named Cynthia, her slightly perky attitude standing out above all else. Since Sadr had no affiliation with Jedi, he didn't recognize that name so much as he did Deiyi or Master Siya. The other one, a Grey Jedi named Kinara and the other benefactor in their trade, was also in a pretty great mood herself. Maybe none of them would recognize him...

"Dua-Con Fuul, Grey Jedi Knight," Sadr provided his false introduction like he was accustomed to doing. If he was within some level of Jedi or Sith environment, he wasn't comfortable giving his real name. After all, the Lost Sith should remain lost in his opinion.

He wasn't sure how to introduce Vir so he let her take the reins in that endeavor.