Mokra was beside himself with excitement. This was the first time he had ever been able to cloak himself intentionally. Admittedly, he focused intently on maintaining this status. It would require no serious emotional distractions in order to hold the cloak. He relegated himself to scanning the room to gather in everyone he could see. He was watching for those heading to the table Del stood in front of across from the Nautolan doctor.

It didn’t take long as a woman of weathered appearance approached Table seventeen. She introduced herself as Lroné Eronoss. Mokra did not know of the woman, nor had he heard of her reputation. There was a certain air of confidence about this person that piqued Mokra’s respect; an appreciable quality. Not long after, an apparent blind man approached the table. He did take a seat near where Lrone stood. As he spoke, Mokra realized the man was not blind, but a Miraluka. He was aware of their connection to the force which only churned Mokra's curiosity.

Without looking at the others standing or seated around the table, the man spoke, [i]"Seeker Dasaen, of Luca Sene."[/i] He paused briefly, chuckled, then continued, [i]"A warrior, a doctor, a rogue, and now a scholar... Heh, though perhaps I should count the rogues' Kel Dorian friend as well?"[/i] Obviously, the Miraluka could see where Mokra was standing. However he would not know Mokra Tem was cloaked. Seeker Dasaen could only see that Mokra Tem stood around the table with everyone else, cloaked or uncloaked was irrelevant. But what would have been most recognizable to Seeker Dasaen about Mokra Tem was the presence of the force. From his home world, it was almost inconceivable to see life not attached to the force. Obviously, Seeker Dasaen had been off world for many years apparently comfortable among those with no connection to the force. To finally see a force wielder in his midst must have delighted the Miralukan.

‘He was referring to me!?’ Mokra thought to himself. ‘He must be a jedi?’ This revelation both disturbed and excited him. ‘But the Jedi have been killed off, right? I know Miralukans can see everyone in their own unique way. Obviously, the cloak does not work for him. I get that. But he would not know I was cloaked. That is equally obvious.’ But in Mokra Tem’s mind, he was no force wielder. He was aware of many Kel Dorians who were Jedi, but none of those were alive or in his life today. Albeit curious of the jedi, he never trained as such and was unaware that he himself was touched by the force. This revelation did make him curious about the Miralukan. Mo would want to speak with the man at length at some point.

Mokra figured that since the newcomer pointed him out to the group present, he may as well reveal himself to everyone. He was about to do so when another human approached the table. He remained cloaked. This person appeared unkempt, while giving off an unnecessarily cocky air. His words were condescending to the group and needless to say; unappreciated. His presence gave Mokra an uneasy feeling. He placed his hand upon the hilt of his sword ready to strike if necessary. He just wasn’t sure about this person.

Before he could make a move, he noted a cloaked woman carrying a tray of drinks to the table. Mo pulled his hand from the sword to watch the woman. She removed her hood, then lowered the tray into the center of table seventeen. When her voice uttered those sweet words, [i]"Drinks. On me,"[/i] Mokra melted. Her words sent a foreign warmth through his body. He had never felt this way for anyone. It took him by surprise and made him feel happy; almost bubbling over inside. Then she removed her cloak and shook her hair before placing the cloak over the chair next to the doctor. When the woman smiled, that warm all-embracing smile, Mokra lost it. He could no longer hold his cloak. 

She spoke her own name, [i]"Faryn Nonome. Pleased to meet all of you. Take a seat, relax, have a drink. I'm sure we could all use one."[/i]

As Faryn grabbed a drink, Mo slowly began to materialize into view. His status changed in no manner, or way discernible by the Miralukan who could see his presence the entire time he was in their company. Mokra could not take his eyes off the beauty of Faryn. Maybe it was her pheromones, or her natural scent. Whatever it was, Mokra was smitten. His palms sweaty. He wanted to speak. “Uh, … um…yea…uh…ummmm…ok…." He paused and said, "I’ll just be quiet.” He forced himself to take his eyes off the woman, but could not help indulging himself. Taking in her breathtaking beauty was his new favorite hobby. He felt very weak and squirmish in her presence. He did not know what to do or say. He was completely and utterly taken in by her. Somewhere in his subconscious he hoped Del would tell everyone who he was.