Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
The halls of the Tython temple were quiet at this hour. The kind of stillness that made every footstep echo in the vaulted halls.
Braze moved through it like a shadow dressed in gold and white, his temple guard robes sweeping the floor in his wake, measured strides. He didn't need to be in full gear tonight. That was sort of the point.
He stood at the threshold of his Padawan's quarters, gloved hand lifting to knock,once, twice, sharp and sure.
No answer.
He knocked again. Louder this time.... Then he let the silence drag long enough to be annoying.
When the door finally cracked open, Braze tilted his masked head faintly to the side. He didn't speak at first. Just let the full image of him sink in...hood drawn, mask in place, the ceremonial staff clipped to his back. The soft lamplight from the corridor made the gold in his outfit gleam faintly.
"Night patrol; I want you to accompany me padawan. "
He paused, as if debating whether to say more. Then:
"I'll be waiting at the western causeway. If you're late, I'll assume you've been abducted and avenge you accordingly."
And with that, he turned on his heel and walked off...