Kindling
Relaxing into the leather chair, Syvar inspected a bottle of Screaming Bantha imported from the Outer Rim. Interestingly it was one of only a few, a limited run ale due to the unfortunate history of its manufacturer, but that was a story for another time. Today was about Iri Tuteru, formerly assigned as Merrick's Padawan, his fellow Knight, who was engaged elsewhere on missions too dangerous for a Padawan. Similarly, Tieuvelli Renlas , who originally reached out to him, was poorly equipped to teach him Lightsaber combat.
And apparently, he was the first on her list? Why or how he had no idea, but Syvar knew better than to ask a Songwing. Their kind was a strange sort, and that was before adding the template of a Jedi on top. "So then, you will come to meet him for yourself?" She trilled from the viewscreen. It was inset into the far wall, flanked either side by vintage art one of Alderaan and the other Kashyyyk that would make Tieuvelli homesick.
"Of course." Syvar replied, "I will direct the Excession to Prosperity in due course. Please do your best not to share everything about me with him before I arrive?"
"Excellent. I know how much you dislike paperwork, so I will make the arrangements. Stay sober. I will meet you on arrival."
She didn't give him the chance to reply, ending the transmission. Syvar stared again at the amber whiskey his eyes drawn to the crystal glass, "It'd only lose value anyway." He said finally, putting it back down on the desk.
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Location: Prosperity
Tag: Iri Tuteru
Draped in his silk half cloak, Syvar followed the protocol droid to the arranged meeting point. Tieuvelli had booked a pod, a small but spacious room meant for quiet study and the occasional meeting place for Jedi. True to his word, he had arrived a few minutes prior and most certainly wasn't intoxicated, although that might have partly been the Quartermasters fault and the fact there was not much in the way of alcohol aboard the Temple ship.
Taking the datapad offered to him, he went inside, briefly reviewing Iri's profile while he waited. Much of the information it provided was clerical with the occasional comment, nothing of any real value. Iri had already become a Padawan, and that was more than enough proof he had potential the only question was, how could he help Iri realise that. In short, he was less interested in his achievements and more intrigued by what he wanted to achieve.