Cedric Grayson
Ashlan Kaiser
For the first time since climbing out of both his metaphorical and literal slumps, Cedric found himself craving some Balmorran Bluesky.
The enclave Romi Jade had built was as impressive as the temples of old, yet it did not bring him much peace. He'd done well to avoid the company of other Jedi during the length of his Barash Vow. He rarely ever found himself agreeing with them anymore, and many of them felt similarly about him. Where he'd imagined there would be a sense of brotherhood and comradery, he felt only coldness and apathy. That was not true of all of them of course, but it was difficult to ignore the sense of constant disapproval he felt when they watched him from behind his back.
Or perhaps he was only imagining it. Perhaps rather than being persecuted by those around him, he was instead judging himself. Both possibilities were equally unpleasant, and Cedric opted to quiet his mind and let the doubts fall off his shoulders. He could do nothing about the opinions of his peers, and everything he had done and espoused had been in the greater service of the Ashla, whether the other Jedi believed it or not.
He was a guest here anyway. Romi had invited him to stay shortly after her liberation from the Brotherhood of the Hidden Maw, and Cedric had hesitantly agreed. His nephew and the pilot could survive without him for a few weeks, and getting a better understanding of the current climate between the individual Jedi groups was a necessity. The enclave, neutral as it was, was the perfect place to gather such perspectives.
He'd mostly lingered in his quarters since arriving. Romi had been busy dealing with some sort of fiasco involving his apprentice, though Cedric was not privy to the details. He'd stayed well away from whatever was going on. His presence would only further dilute the discourse, and he had little desire to say something that might put Ryv under even more scrutiny. Unfortunately one could only stare at the walls for so long before they found themselves getting bored, and Cedric began to wander the halls.
The exile kept his cowl drawn over his features so as not to draw much attention to himself, and stuck to the less traveled corridors of the enclave. Whatever was happening to his apprentice, he would find out, and if the boy needed his help then he would have it. Moral callings aside, anything beat sitting in the dullness of his room any longer.