She made some good points, as she normally did when she entertained his more philosophic tangents, before redirecting the conversation to something more positive.
"Yes...yes I'm hoping it is as well." It was then that the holo communicator in the pocket of his robe began to chirp, Yerbol glancing down, brow arched in surprise. He withdrew the device and activated it to find his old Master staring grimly up at him. 
"Yerbol, is Leoria with you at the moment?"
"Yes, Master, she is...why do you ask?"
"Please ensure that she comes with you to our meeting. We have moved our time to convene to four in the afternoon." 
"Master is ever-" 

Mansuto had already severed the connection, Yerbol looking over at Leoria, mystified. 
"Well then, I suppose you'll be finding out what I will in a few hours. Fun." He pressed a button on the side of the communicator, a chronometer appearing to reveal that the time was two. 
"He's never asked to see the both of us together...has Master Arianth contacted you at all? I wasn't told of any communication between her and Mansuto, but of course they must talk...or at least, they talked plenty when we were Padawans." A smile crossed his face.
"Hey, remember when we were told that we needed to be careful about 'forming attachments' because we wanted to go out to a Cantina? I thought Master Mansuto was going to have a heart attack when I told him about the outing, let alone it being with a good friend that was-" He gasped for effect.
"A young woman! How could two Padawans be trusted to control themselves? Wouldn't they descend into barbarous behavior that would set a terrible precedent for the Order?" He chuckled a bit as he leaned his head back once more and closed his eyes. 
"Hey, at least if it's bad news, we'll get it together." 

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The duo stood within the council chambers, the rays of the afternoon sun filtering in through the full panel windows that surrounded the northern portion of the gilded room. There were six chairs in a semi circle formation, but none were occupied. It was four o clock and the chamber doors were open, but no Master Mansuto. Odd. 

As if on cue, the old Twi'lek burst into the chambers, breathing out a heavy sigh as he sat in the chair closest to the center of the circle, his blue skin looked a tad darker than normal.
"Forgive our tardiness, but we were ensuring that some last minute data we were given was accurate. The other Master will join us in a moment, but first, I must ask..." His gaze fell on Yerbol.
"You have received no communication in the past twenty four hours, correct?"
"No, Master, not that I'm aware."
"Good, good. And you, Leoria, no one has reached out to you?"