But I Am Free

Ardennia wasn't a world Kahlil often frequented. Or at all. A lot of his early travel in life had been spent in the Outer Rim, handling smuggling job after smuggling job with the occasional bout of being a proper Jedi. This world was not built for him, though. That much was clear as he walked through town, a soft smile on his face. He doubled a lot of the homes in height. It was the sort of place he'd have to crawl to get inside a building, but that wasn't much of a problem.
Experiencing more cultures, seeing more of the species of this Galaxy, it was refreshing after all the beurocratic nature of the Senate made it difficult to properly see each culture the representatives came from. He'd at one point pushed Knights of the Order travel the Galaxy and find their place, whether they returned or not. Perhaps it would be good to push for that again. He kept his cloak on his shoulders, hood up, giving little nods to the locals as he passed by.
This was peaceful. Peace was good.
