Salina Aviner
Seeing is believing, but one must see first.
The shuttle to Honoghr had landed. Everyone who'd intended to come left, which surprisingly wasn't that many. Among the few who'd exited was a dark dressed woman with a staff in her hand extended out as she used it to walk. She wore her hood over her head as she took in the atmosphere of the planet. It felt rich and yet uneasy. There was something wrong with the planet, or possibly the people. It wasn't clear. Salina, finally reaching the end of the landing platform, sat and waited for someone, possibly the one who'd asked her to come, to arrive and see exactly what she'd been called for. The first time she'd met @[member="Circe Savan"] was quick and brief, which was understandable given what she'd read of her past and how the republic had orders to kill her at first sight. No wonder she was in such a hurry the first time they met. Still Salina was patient and simply stood waiting for guidance on where to go next.