Zhar Lestin
Dantooine
Zhar nodded his head in understanding to Ken’s comments, respecting the amount of thought and modesty the Jedi displayed. It pleased the master, though he recognized certain traits of perhaps… overconfidence? He paid it little attention as he moved away from the wall he leaned up against. The master made his way further into the room. “I respect and admire your modesty in this situation. But, I do insist on you being there for this. It’s an important exercise, and I’m not too worried about either of these students feeling discouraged. Who knows, perhaps you may learn things from them. I find that even padawans can remind knights and masters important lessons in the force.” The master paused before looking out one of the windows. “We have high expectations of you. One day you will become a master, I do not doubt it. This is a chance, an opportunity for you to see how you may handle teaching others. Passing on what we know is part of our duties to the order.”
It was difficult for the master not to be excited for this moment himself, although he was reserved about showing it. His best padawan pitted against one of the highest regarded knights. He wondered what Ken might make of Aria’s own connection to the force, and he was more than interested to see the other padawan with his own eyes. “Alek Garrus is one of the most talented saber duelists amongst all the padawans. A highly skilled offensive fighter, almost the epitome of where a true Jedi Guardian begins. And… Aria. Aria seems reluctant to understand that the use of a saber is a natural part of her self. She has the gift, a natural talent for it that’s remarkable. I think you can help make her understand that, and Alek seems to be one who must learn humility.” Zhar moved back to the entrance of the room and looked back to Ken. “So. Come, the exam won’t start for a few more minutes. You can help me prepare the room.”
