post tenebris lux
A lead for his latest case had drawn Bernard to Kashyyyk, but the pursuit had quickly proven fruitless. Without another purpose and several hours to spare before his transit-shuttle departed for the Core, he found himself meandering through the Temple of the New Jedi Order's cousins in the galactic east.
The sleek white architecture of Silver Rest both clashed with its wooded surroundings and blended in with its slanted roofs and unorthodox geometry that lent it an element that was very much organic. As Jedi temples went, it was perhaps one of the most modern, and most appealing to the eye. Even its internal design conveyed an atmosphere of harmony and ease that seemed to balance any of its observers at first glance.
The building felt distantly familiar to Bernard. He'd been a visitor at Silver's Rest once before, a few years ago, but the familiarity ran deeper. Part of him thought that perhaps the architect had been Arkanian and what he perceived was nostalgia for his home, but he dismissed that line of reasoning.
The unresolved thought left a bitter note on his soul, but he judged it better not to dwell in the past. Silver's Rest held far more intriguing mysteries around every corner that were easily missed by an inattentive mind.
As was the case with one peculiar padawan that caught Bernard's attention as he crossed the doorway into an open forum. She was a dark-skinned Jedi, on the shorter side, from Pamarthe if he remembered her file correctly. She'd recently come to rise to fame within the New Jedi Order for an incident involving a lightsabre and a controversial hermit.
"Padawan Senn," he called out as he drew nearer to where she was, "well met. I am Bernard, formerly a fellow of the New Jedi Order, I did not expect to encounter you here at Silver's Rest."
