The wookiee regretted taking so long now as they had come to the celebration just to have to turn around and go back inside the ship. But it was odd and it raised questions. After all this time now to hide from everyone on the most remote of moons, suddenly a dozen force users were suosed to all go to one location with conflict. Clearly this one fell out of the tree and hit a branch on the way down!

He was about to protest when someone else spoke up, it was another human with brown hair like his apprentice, but she had no robes or trappings of any discipline he was familiar with. To be fair, she was here, so she must be good enough. He gestured for his apprentice to look around as he Whuffled in agreement to the lack of information. Part of survival was not throwing ones self into the webweaver domain but giving it a wide berth.