Location: Vametaye, Kuar
The lad wasn't late, but Ijaat was hardly a student of patience anymore. He sat at the stone arches outside of the fortress. He had given [member="Ember Farseer"] a map. Told the lad to bring some clothes, weaponry, and the holocron. To be technical, he hadn't really warned him about the Gatekeeper, and that was by design. [member="Jyn Lorr"] seemed to have an easy time of it. Suspicion was, given the lofty goals of the would be Jedi, Ember might have a harder time of it.
But if he passed, there was plenty enough training here for the lad, and the man garbed in plains drifter gear would see to that. Until then? He tilted the brim of his hat down, bit and spit the cork out of the bottle of tihaar and tilted it back, taking a long pull and sighing in satisfaction at the burn, before striking a match against the slate rock an lighting his cigarra. A DE-10, his favorite sidearm, was plain on his hip and a sword rested near him, beltings wrapped around the handle.
Whether the boy survived the trials unscathed or not would be known soon. He could feel him on the planet, and close by. Then they would see.