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Zhea Nox
GEAR: Lightsaber | Jedi Robes
"You did well, Vayl. Let's go and inform them all of the Council's decision. Then we'll take it from there."
Vaylaar nodded, his features reflecting a mix of relief and anticipation. The weight of their recent encounter with the Council still lingered in the air, but Zhea's presence provided a grounding reassurance. He trusted in her guidance, knowing that together they would navigate the complexities of what they had to do next.
With the call ended, he felt a bit more... open now.
"They're all a bit too serious for my liking," he chimed in, his voice laced with a light-hearted tone.
"Sometimes, I feel like they've forgotten how to embrace the lighter side of the Force, if you catch my drift." his imagery of the jedi council are just a group of people in robes all day meditating in fancy chambers. He knows that's probably not the case, but he felt like he's not that far off.
Regardless of what they talked about, Zhea and Vayl embarked on their journey, the weight of their mission palpable in the air. The landscape stretched before them, a vast expanse of rugged terrain and unforgiving obstacles. Their destination, the encampment to which they talked to the warlord before, should be quick with speeders.
With the quickness of it all, he parked his speeder next to his masters, assumedly to walk the rest of the way. He's pretty sure that this is just a simple case of breaking the news to them, but he asked just to be sure.
"Master... anyway we should handle this?"