The Jedi Iroh
The Planet of Sanctuary— Refitted Rebel Base
Many were concerned about the state of the galaxy, with the rise of the Sith and the fall of the Alliance. They feared the coming darkness and such was natural. But it was not the way of a Jedi. No, Jedi trusted in the movement of the Force. Trusted and went with the changing current of events as the vines for these plants climbed the trellis that Tiland shapes for them.
For Jedi Master Tiland Kortun has gone home. Not to Anzat, for he would never return to that world by choice, unless the Force commanded it. He had returned to his tea shop, from which he grew, brewed, and sold his own teas.
They were healing teas, mostly, imbued with the nature of the Force, that is, with the essence of life, and made from herbs with powerful healing capabilities. Each brew for a different purpose. Yet he himself was a healer and there was something healing about a tea ritual, which is why be always served the first cup with his guests.
Reaching out with the Force, he sought out those who were hurting and lost, giving them a subtle invitation and the name of where to find him. It was tricky business, but there were always those hurts ripples through the Force and he could always sense them. Hopefully a cup of tea could help them.
The old Jedi took a seat with a satisfied sigh and rested a cup of his own tea on his lap. They would come.
Many were concerned about the state of the galaxy, with the rise of the Sith and the fall of the Alliance. They feared the coming darkness and such was natural. But it was not the way of a Jedi. No, Jedi trusted in the movement of the Force. Trusted and went with the changing current of events as the vines for these plants climbed the trellis that Tiland shapes for them.
For Jedi Master Tiland Kortun has gone home. Not to Anzat, for he would never return to that world by choice, unless the Force commanded it. He had returned to his tea shop, from which he grew, brewed, and sold his own teas.
They were healing teas, mostly, imbued with the nature of the Force, that is, with the essence of life, and made from herbs with powerful healing capabilities. Each brew for a different purpose. Yet he himself was a healer and there was something healing about a tea ritual, which is why be always served the first cup with his guests.
Reaching out with the Force, he sought out those who were hurting and lost, giving them a subtle invitation and the name of where to find him. It was tricky business, but there were always those hurts ripples through the Force and he could always sense them. Hopefully a cup of tea could help them.
The old Jedi took a seat with a satisfied sigh and rested a cup of his own tea on his lap. They would come.