Worst Jedi
If there was one thing the Silver's knew how to do, it was to throw a party, the gates of Silver Rest had been thrown open to friends and allies alike to visit. The chefs of the temple had been working for a week straight to prepare a host of dishes, food for any palette, with enough stores in reserve to feed an army. Lakes of drink had been prepared for this occasion, both alcoholic and non, the servers had strict instructions not to serve the Padawans or younger celebrants any of the drinks that might lead to a diplomatic incident, not after last time. It was as if the entire temple had been holding its breath for the last few days as a horde of servants had descended on the temple, scrubbing every surface and leaving a cascade of flowers and lights arrayed across the white walls. the gentle smell of the flowers, fresh scent of nature wafted out to greet any guests who came to the party. Large screens had been suspended between the pillars, one screen for each of the duels, camera droids hovering near the combatants as they prepared for their duels. The soft hubbub of voices melded together, an orchestra of sound that swelled and ebbed as the screens came alive with movement. For the moment Silver Rest was open to new and old friends, soft decor welcoming in any who wished to come by and visit the temple and partake of the preparations while they watched the duelists trying to show off their skills.