Wilkdon arose from his slumber like many an old man had done before. With plenty of grunting, groaning, stretching, and a few popping sounds, he sat up, slid off of the bed, and began to get dressed. Garbing himself in robes that blended the traditional dress of both the Jedi and the Luka Sene, finished with fur-lined boots that provided ample protection against the cold of the more remote sections of the Temple. Taking hold of his staff, and carefully leaning against it, Wilkdon stepped out from his room, and headed for the dining area, eager to partake in some breakfast.

Entering the dining hall, Wilkdon carefully arranged a simple meal, sitting alone at a central table. The hall was rather empty at this hour, though the morning crowd was slowly starting to trickle in. Eventually, Wilkdon found himself accompanied by a recently-anointed Knight.

"Greetings Master Rumnaheim, A-" spoke the youth, before Wilkdon raised a hand to cut him off. [color=lightblue]Please, I'm just an old man trying to do some good in this galaxy, not a Jedi Master...Call me Wilkdon."[/color] The young Jedi nodded, and spoke hesitantly "O-okay, Wilkdon. Are you enjoying your meal?" 

The old man nodded, taking a sip of his beverage, and replied [color=lightblue]"It is...satisfactory. Certainly not the best meal I've had in my life, but one of the better once since we founded the Enclave, now that we finally have more reliable supply lines. But...I sense that this is not why you have chosen to sit with me...So why are you here, if I may ask?"[/color]

The youth sighed "Well Ma-..Wilkdon, sir. I w-was wondering, how do your people see, e-exactly? My Master once stated something about Force Sight, but I was never fully instructed on the matter." Wilkdon nodded softly [color=lightblue]"I can offer instruction in the future, but not today. I am willing, however, to retrieve instructional texts from our archives for you, if you so wish. And then, once you have studied them, we can convene on what you have learned. I'm planning on heading to the library after I finish my meal, so I will be sure to gather them straight away. Which dormitory do you call home?"[/color] The young knight informed Wilkdon of his residence, and after the two finished their meals they parted ways

After breakfast, Wilkdon made his trip to the library. Approaching the desk at which sat Mazai Kiro, he politely rapped his knuckles against the desk, to draw her attention. [color=lightblue]"Forgive me for the interruption, Master Kiro, but I would like some assistance. I was wondering if you could aide me in gathering our texts on the study, teaching, and application of Force Sight, and any on Miralukan anatomy. I have a new acquaintance who wishes to learn about how we see, and I'd like for him to be able to learn while I attend to other matters...Now, I'd gather the texts myself, but I'm afraid I'm not as limber as I used to be...Plus, I'd enjoy the company." [/color]

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