"I am whatever the hell you want me to be." Zheister bellowed from his campsite. "I have been both to many at one time or another, but zeeing az how there are two of you here I don't wish to make enemyz of you." Zheister revealed himself through the dense jungle foliage defensively weilding his two handed lightsabre which glowed with a fierce yellow beam that matched his reptilian eyes. As he began sizing up these two small beings he realized that they were not hostile only defensive, much like himself. "Zo I zee that you are just padawanz... where are your masterz?"

     The Barabel, no matter how ready for battle, could feel the sadness from the little female human, who did not allow her emotions to phase her. Zheister immediately dropped his guard to the low ready. Seeing as he had not yet been attacked as of yet he felt it was safe to assume that they meant him no harm. "Zo what are two young flezhy creaturez zuch az yourselvez doing out here In the middle of the jungle?" he asked inquisitively.As he looked around he noticed moreally force user signatures that he did not notice before, he shrugged it off knowing that he would come to no harm here. It was odd, it was the first time he had felt this in a long time, since his home planet, since Zardaña, he felt safe.