[center][b][color=red][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]
[i]18 * Padawan * Dagobah[/I][/color][/b][/center]

Ben felt a dreary unease seep into him. The Force was strong on this planet, he knew hat much. He tell from the fusing and mixing intuition he had received about this planet's fauna and environment. All of that info was like gut feelings; he had learned to trust his gut, and had associated it with the Force always. His gut, in that very moment, was telling him to be extremely wary of drawing attention to himself... and to Odd of course.  Even more so to Odd. 

He would much rather the attention be on him than her.  

He felt himself tense up, his smile turned hard and his moonesque skin tone became taunt like marble. As stealthily as Luke had taught them in their espionage training, if one could call it that, Ben made his way down the highland swamps of Dagaboh and towards the green-covered murk of the fauna surrounding the second temple. The landing was not as comfortable as he imagined, his legs had shivered with the impact and his trousers had torned down the side of his left knee. 

Once landed, he checked for BB-8, 11, and Odd up above. BB-8 was still hovering nearby; deep, dark branches fell towards the ground around them. He had forgotten BB-8 was with him for the minor part, allowing his hard body to crash against the trees. Ben looked at it and covered his mouth with both hands in a form apology. [color=red][b]"Sorry, BB."[/b][/color] 

It understood the importance of being quiet, cause it quietly murmured its complaints. 

From what he understood the Second Temple wasn't too far from them now. Another hour of walking and they could be on its steps.