Braze wore simple dark robes today—clean, freshly pressed, and tailored to allow ease of movement without sacrificing comfort. They fit well, neither too tight nor cumbersome, granting him a full range of motion. He moved soundlessly through the training halls, pausing at doorways to steal quiet glimpses of the ongoing drills and sparring sessions.
His Force signature remained tightly masked, shrunken to near nothingness. Each step was a ghostly whisper, his mastery over Force Wind bending sound itself to render him nearly undetectable. He prowled the halls like a shadow, observing the students without intrusion. The younger Padawans caught his attention first—their energy, their raw potential—but even those older than him warranted a second glance.
He lacked the imposing presence of someone like @Jasper Kai'el , his shorter stature and youthful appearance allowing him to blend in rather than stand out. It was an advantage, one he wielded well. Braze wasn't here to impress; he was here to assess. To take the measure of his fellow Jedi, to see who among them had promise, who needed guidance.
And perhaps… who he could teach.
