Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ Lᴏʀᴅ
There had been many conflicting stories surrounding one young Jedi Knight, previously expelled from the New Jedi Order and left to find his own path beyond the guidance of any recognized Council.
Some spoke of him as a protector: a restless young guardian who built sanctuaries, gathered students beneath his care, and placed himself between the vulnerable and those who sought to exploit them. Others described something far less charitable. They spoke of an unruly and increasingly violent prodigy, too willing to involve himself in wars, criminal disputes, and foreign unrest; a Jedi who possessed enough conviction to command others, yet answered to no authority beyond his own conscience.
The truth likely rested somewhere beneath the weight of rumor and hushed words, carried upon the breath of resentful rivals, those too self-righteous or arrogant to question their own judgment, and others so conveniently inclined to view him through the lens of envy.
That uncertainty had drawn the attention of another Echani Jedi. Rather than accept the stories carried by strangers, he had resolved to seek out the young Knight and see who thsi Braze was for himself. Words could be rehearsed, reputations distorted, and noble intentions polished for an audience…
However… where the Echani were concerned, movement was far more difficult to disguise.
Braze presently overlooked the Restored Temple of Dantooine perched high upon a flowering meadow as he soaked in the warm summer winds that swept around him.
The balmy breeze rushed through the tall grasses like a sea of amber and green, bending the meadow in broad, rolling currents beneath the open sky.