He had spent the better part of the day showing everything that he had brought back. Which truth be told wasn't a whole lot.
One of his few remaining possessions, his raiment, stored in a wheeled crate and cleared for further use after checking its point of origin.
And for any sneaky sith magic to spy on them.
The lightsaber had been disposed of. For the better really given the purpose it had served him. Memories that didn't need to be dredged up as he lingered in the gardens of the temple.
Information on a place to stay being found for someone in his unique position. Close enough to keep an eye on. Far enough to not be an eyesore.
Or at least was his guess.
A hand rubbed his temples, the daylight bothersome as he blinked and wondered about a shady spot to tuck himself away in. The other hand twirling a credit chit between his fingers, an item he thought he'd lost until discovering it inside a pocket of his armor.
He wondered just how the reaction to its use would go as he groaned.
"Coruscant, seat of the Senate. We welcome you with open arms. And bright as feth sun." He complained, standing to pull the outer portion of the robes off and bundling them under his arm.
His eyes wandered the garden, finding a pair of plant supports set aside for the moment and mulling on snatching them as he worked out the feat of engineering in his mind.
The bundle opened and held aloft to examine before glancing back and forth.
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