Rorschach often very seldom traveled throughout the galaxy, having never been deep into the Outer Rim territories, only going as far as Coruscant.Yet for someone like him, a Chiss far from his home, he had often studied and was very curious of the galaxy that existed outside of the now budding Ascendancy taking shape.Why did he come to Dathomir? Of all places in the galaxy filled with nothing but red mist and swamps, and most of all witches.
That was precisely why he had come here, the witches of Dathomir was one of the many Force Sects he had often heard about.He only had heard rumors of them, beings who willed something called "Magicks" A varient of the Force perhaps that was unique to Dathomir. Even he couldn't explain, as someone who studied both the Light and Dark sides of the Force, he often viewed the Force with the Vitizer philosophy as not being wholly separate from dark and light.He only saw it as a weapon, a weapon to be used to establish a free and independent Chiss people.
As he wandered from the Lambda-class shuttle, he carefully approached through the Red mists, the Elder Chiss always remaining vigilant. Not knowing what could happen, he for all he knew could be walking into an ambush. Carefully stepping forth through the mists keeping his senses sharp. It would have been a rare sight for anyone to see a Chiss. It was true his kind wasn't particularly seen in the galaxy and most easily mistaken them for a race that was similar to their species.
The Force for all he knew was on his side today, and even if he should meet battle, he had hoped to seek out these witches, curious on how they had interacted with the Force.