He followed Aria outside and went the way opposite from her, scrutinizing the pillars. A few moments later, Aria called out that the text from the pillars were shifting and read the message that Yerbol could now read as well. 
"It's a testament to how powerful the Force flows through here. I could think of what both our respective Orders would gain from studying a place like this...the scholars would have a blast." His companion suggested following the coordinates located on the pillars and scavenging as they went, to which he nodded.
"We've gone this far, might as well keep moving ahead." As Yerbol took a couple of steps forward, he chuckled at Aria's tease, but then realized there was something to what she had said.
"I think you may to be onto something. About the energy part, mind you." The Jedi pointed a finger at the ruined pillars. 
"How is it that we both were able to read the inscriptions on the pillars, that I managed to read the writing above the hallways in the temple? The Force seems to be working with both of us, irrespective of our alignments. I would think that on a Sith planet I would be immobilized due to the dark energies, but I feel more alert, confident." Another few steps forward. 
"Did you ever read up on studies of the Force? I don't mean how to manipulate the Force through Light or Dark channels, but just raw Force..." His right hand twirled in the air until he landed on the right word. 
"Power. I came across some things in the Archives, tales of Force wielders that were just that: wielders. They refused to align themselves to the Sith or the Jedi, choosing to walk their own paths. I brought some of this to my Masters attention, who balked at the idea." He chuckled.
"The Masters can be a bit too...traditionalist for my taste at times." Up ahead lay a tree lined path similar to the one they had come across on their initial excursion to the temple, prompting Yerbol's saber hand to go to his belt. Wildlife chirped, buzzed and flitted, but no bursts of cold could be felt, no chilling howl resonated. Maybe those were guardians of the Temple? In any case, he would need to plug the coordinates into a nav unit. 

Which he didn't have. 

BUT there was a path in front of them. 
"Let's keep moving. Here's hoping we can figure out where the makers of these trials are." 

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It was hot. Blindingly, oppressively, bone crushingly hot. Starting off in a dark brown tunic and thick wool pants was a terrible idea. 

The trees on the path were less sparse, more shrubbery and grasses dotting the paths. In the farthest distances were plumes of smoke rising from volcanoes that jutted out of the planet's surface, contrasted with mountain peaks capped with heavy layers of snow. They seemed to occupy a valley in between the Temple and whatever lay ahead, said valley now seeming to be set ablaze by the suns. He cursed vehemently, leaning against a tree to get some shade as he dropped his tunic to the ground, a sleeveless off-white t-shirt soaked in sweat. In a violent motion, he ripped the sleeves off, his boulder-like shoulders and impressive arms covered in a slick sheen of sweat. 

It was hot. 

"Let's...let's stop for a moment, shall we?"