i have no clue what's happening

"Okay, Mar, okay, back through the last few days. First you're on a station, playing pazaak to try and get some food and credits." Mistake number one; he didn't actually have any credits when he started. "You found an old woman who looked like an easy mark." Mistake number two. "And then she trounced you completely, and sent you to the Wookiee planet." Also there was some mumbo-jumbo in there about 'the Force,' and how he had it in him or something, and he had to go become a Jedi.
"So now I'm part of a cult." And she'd said she could tell he never had any credits to begin with, which was frankly hurtful. Not that he said anything, though, because she was right, and because before he could even figure out how the cards had come up the way they had—he was sure he'd been counting them right—she'd whisked him off onto her ship and jumped into Hyperspace almost before they'd even left the hangar.
Now?
Now he was wandering around the central courtyard of some temple-fortress place called 'Silver Rest' without a clue where he was supposed to go or what he was supposed to do. They'd given him directions to his room, of course, but that didn't help him much, because he still had no clue where anything really was. Maybe it was some sort of test; somewhere back he'd read something about Jedi and throwing out random tests like that. 'Find your own way to your room to prove worthy of induction into the cult' seemed like one of those. Normally he'd just leave, but it was clear he wouldn't manage that, either, because he didn't have a ship, and the hangar space for the temple was just completely full of people.
And he didn't want to brave the wilderness, either; he was well and truly trapped.
Before he could start lamenting his current loss of freedom for the sixteenth time that hour, though, something else caught his attention; specifically, somebody caught his attention, when he managed to run into her due to his lack of paying attention moments before.
"Oh, sorry, sorry about that," he mumbled, stepping back, catching a full view of the person he'd just collided with.
Oh yeah. Everything's coming up Marus.
He held out a hand, giving a quick, relaxed smile. "I'm Marus," he introduced himself. "You wouldn't happen to be able to take me to a room, would you?"
He blinked, as if surprised by how poorly he'd just phrased that.
"The rooms, I mean. Separate rooms. My room. Not your room. Y'know, living quarters?"
Kark.
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