"I'm not asking you to work for free. I'm asking you to work to repay a debt, but I'm willing to give you this." Tyrell reached his hand into one of his many pockets and removed a small green crystal, placing it on the table. "That's genuine Kyber right there. Sourced from a planet that has since been ravaged by the Empire for every ounce of Kyber they could get their hands on. You know how rare this crystal is, and know what it's worth. You find the right buyer for that, and you'll earn more than half. You should also know what this means to me. The crystal belonged to someone, very important to me." Tyrell left the crystal sitting in the middle of the temple, leaving him time to pick up the crystal and appraise it, sitting with his arms crossed while he waited.