Living in a Jedi Temple was an exercise in opposites.
For one, the gymnasiums were second to none. Physical obstacle courses were challenging to begin with, with special challenges that increased in difficulty to try and encourage innovation between physical and also Force reaction time. He rather enjoyed those. He could always get a good, full body workout.
The library, on the other hand, just made his head hurt. There was a book report due on this dusty holobook titled On The Bondage Of The Whills by some long-dead Jedi Master. Calix hadn't even made it through the first chapter. He'd read the same paragraph over and over again, and was usually more confused the second or third time than he had been the first.
So, he did what he liked to do when he needed a break. Dead lifts followed by some cardio and then a green smoothie protein shake.
Now, as he made his way through the interior of the temple, the Thyrsian was on the lookout for a new padawan that he'd been told had a knack for finding things.
Armor was not easy to maintain. Especially when it included laminanium, which both of his armors did. Having some additional stores of the metal would be useful in maintaining the appearance of the armor plating. He did not know if this Cai could be useful in finding such things, but the Thyrsian was curious enough to ask and then see where the conversation would take them.
It would at least be easier than trying to wrap his brain around that book.
