Aldera City - Royal Courtyard[member="Anais Auraeli"]
Cenric walked slowly down the small garden corridors of the Royal Courtyard, his gaze flicking between hedgerows as he tried to figure out where the hell he was actually going.
The young Padawan had been sent here to Alderaan by his Master. It was a pseudo scouting slash diplomatic mission, one that he was pretty sure he was going to screw up no matter how much he actually tried. Alderaan was a planet of great importance, rich, friendly, and generally liberal leaning Jedi from all over the galaxy attempted to court this world as much as they possibly could. With the fall of the Alliance, and the recent troubles on the world itself, gaining Alderaans support was more important than ever.
That was why, of course, Cenric hadn't been sent alone.
Another Knight from the Rebel Alliance had come as well, though in the confusion of their arrival Cenric had seemingly lost him. The Padawan had managed to make his way to the Palace, but...now he was stuck wandering this damned garden.
The few people he had passed had been absolutely no help. One had been a grumpy janitor who had simply cursed at him, saying something about those 'damned force users', and the only other people he'd encountered had been a gaggle of giggling children who'd simply scurried off as soon as he tried to talk to them. It was a problem, mostly because he felt like he was going to miss the meeting that had been set for them.
Said meeting wasn't with the Queen or anything, just some nobles, but it was still important.
"Damn it." He said quietly, turning another corner and finally spotting another person. "Finally!"
His voice boomed out. "Hey! Excuse me! Can you help me?"
That probably wasn't how you were supposed to address someone here, but Cenric was just a farmboy from Lorrd. Couldn't blame him too much.